*Bawk*

On a much less serious note, I have a plastic chicken in my classroom. Rather, had. It is no longer in my classroom -- it has been stolen from me. How depressing is that?

Well, besides seriously missing my chicken, it has become quite the topic of conver- sation in my classes. Well, recently I got a ransom note. Kind of. No actual note or demands, just pictures of my poor, defenseless, tortured little chicken. :(

What kind of vile, horrible, moral-less person (not to insult my students, of course), would stick my little friend on a grill? Or under a car? Or in a cactus?

The question becomes, do I actually go into the student parking lot and try to find the owner of the hubcaps in the picture? :)