Lesson on Object Lessons

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A tip:

When the object of the object lesson involves details on reading material in the outhouse and a comparison between the tarantula in the outhouse and chest hair... the lesson is not one you want to remember.

Comments

lasselanta said…
Hmmm... reminiscent of Hayward classes. :-)

Or else someone who wants to really get the attention of junior highers.

Where were you so very privileged as to hear it?
7:44 PM
slowlane said…
I got to read it (in great detail) in a letter from one of my foreign charmers.

The images that letter conjured... yikes!

He started the letter saying that he, unlike other people who read comics and such, reads the back of detergent bottles while in the outhouse, and that is how he noticed the spider.

I wonder how much I can justify sending him so that he never has to read the back of a detergent bottle again.
8:35 PM
Matthew Carroll said…
You can hardly blame him for writing you, though if I had noticed a tarantula reading a detergent bottle in an outhouse, I would have published my findings in the Journal of Arachnology.
5:44 AM
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