For those of you who have read this blog, you will know that tormenting my beautiful colleague, the French teacher, is one of the great joys in my life.  There was the pet squirrel fundraiser, hijacking her podium, invading her classroom and taking her prisoner, wrapping up four boxes and duct taping them to her desk with “its a small world after all” blaring from the smallest box, the brussel sprout glue gunned to a white board…I’m sure I’ve forgotten some.

She was in the high school this summer. I received an email. ” I was in your classroom. I left you something. Tell me when you find it.”

I hope its just a plastic Eiffel Tower.  But the message made my blood run cold. A plastic explosive?  Exploding squirrels?

Paybacks are a bitch.