One of the rockitudinous things about homeschooling is that you get to learn along side your kids. Look at my husband. (I have SUCH a crush on him. Isn't he cute?) He had as much fun as the kids. I, on the other hand, want to barf when I think about owl pellets. Appropriate word choice, don't cha think? I stayed about this far away from the pellet project:
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We dissected owl pellets last summer. We had so much fun identifying different bones and bits. I got past my ickophobia by convincing myself everything in there had been "cleaned" by acids, completely ignoring WHERE the acids were when they were working away. It was like unearthing a treasure instead of rummaging through regurgitated owl food.
Yeah, I'd be right there with you. I'm not much into anything that's been reguritated or otherwise emitted post-digestion.
Love the new layout, btw. :)
I notice though, that I avoid the "icky" just like a "girl" might. It's one of the values of this blog, seeing a pattern like that.
Thanks about the layout. Fancy and grown up, ooooh la la.
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