Going to the Cornfield

Today may be far more interesting than Wednesday. For starters, I placed bug foggers in my basement and outdoor shed before leaving home today. However sick it may sound, I am eager to see dead spiders on the floors when I return. Why are basements, garages, and outdoor facilities so infested with spiders anyway. One fogging system had the audacity to say "...will not kill black widows and brown recluse." Uh okay, why not just advertise that your product doesn't work on "The Poisonous, Deadly Spiders?" I mean who wants to kill those anyway? Hello, animal poison-maker people! It's not the nonpoisonous insects I'm worried about! I just don't understand why they love these places. I know I'm not alone in this, but what do the people without these pests do to prevent them? I know...they gas the little boogers to death, as have I. Believe it or not, apart of me is actually saddened by the thought that theses creepy crawlers could have had some sort of family or community that I have now destroyed with toxic gases. Do they have gas masks and safe evacuation procedures like you see on bug cartoons i.e. Antz and A Bug's Life? Well, if not, I'll add them to my prayer list. For those of you who think these intruders should be protected by the All God's Creatures Clause, I apologize.
Anyway, I am currently awaiting entry into another sub job. Whoopie! This school is literally in the middle of a cornfield and I am only familiar with the dirt and coffee-colored lounge room tables. Where do scary movies occur people? In the woods, abandoned building, and dat-gum cornfields! I mean Cloverfield or Cornfield-they both sound scary to me. Nevertheless, I am and I am excited. Jumping about the country with my family offers me so many new experiences and great opportunities for written expression. It's time to go into the classroom so let's see how it goes...
The kids are great. I have no complaints. Get this, they don't have any complaints either. And what's the one thing the student is always supposed to say to the sub they've known for all of 2 seconds? "You should be our teacher." These are the decision -makers of the future ladies and gentlemen. They know nothing of what they are asking. I just laugh to myself and say, "That's not what my former students would tell you." Seriously, subbing is like keeping other people's kids. You keep them alive, admire how cute and well-behaved they are, and you send them home with their parents. No worries. I could actually grow to like this. I know----instead of Nanny 911, I could be like Teach 101! lololololololol