We Have a Rat Problem at Our School
A horrific display or teachable moment?
Last month, an unexpected greeter appeared on our school grounds. A 30-foot angry rodent towered over the road that leads to the drop-off line.
“Huh, I wonder what’s that about.”
Christian, my 8-year-old, leaned into the front seat to get a better look.
“What the hell…”
I stifled a smile. “Language.”
Cade unbuckled his booster seat and jumped up to join us.
“Mommy! It’s that rat! What’s it doing here?”
What’s a giant blow-up rat doing in front of our school?
This comment on our neighborhood Facebook page launched our hoity-toity neighborhood into a frenzy.
The next morning a group of moms coordinated a sugar distraction with tables, streamers, balloons, and Dunkin’ Donuts.
I appreciated the sugar shield attempt. But, I didn’t want to wait for a powdered munchkin, in a busy intersection, five minutes before the school bell rings.
The next day these good-hearted moms littered the entire corner with garden pinwheels — another distraction attempt. One of my friends said she saw one of the union members…
