So last week there was a dangerous animal on the playground, or so I was told! From my carefully positioned "lifeguard chair" (as I call it) I sat with my shiny, silver whistle ready to blow at children running 'up' the slide and kids jumping on each other from time to time. I noticed a small group of children gathered around throwing dirt on a little target. It had to be small because I could not see what it was with my eagle eyes! HA! They were screaming and really 'doing a number on' whatever it was! A few brave boys even stomped it! I jumped up and in a flash flew to the danger zone!
"What is it?" I found myself not so calmly saying. :)
A little girl screamed at the top of her lungs "Mrs. Pechak don't come over here! It's a bumble bee!"
She was right! It was a huge yellow and black bee, severely injured, buzzing around and around in circles on the ground. "Aww kids, don't kill it! Let's put it in the grass! It's hurt now! " I said. (Trying to teach empathy for little creatures). One of the boys in my class shouts out "Yeah, let's put it in its habitat!"
I sighed, thinking...."I love it when they remember a lesson!" A nearby stick was the perfect tool to scoot the injured, half dead bumble bee into the grass, where it lay softly buzzing. The children were no longer interested and ran off chasing each other, laughing like munchkins in The Wizard of Oz. I shuffled back to my red, foldable chair, twirling my whistle, ready for the next rescue on the playground! :)
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