Beanz Meanz Frogz
my school was surrounded on 3 sides by farmer's fields, with a ditch and some fencing in between. after the summer holidays, the ditch would be heaving with tiny frogs, which would wind up in some veru peculiar places. we would put them in toilets, inside the music teacher's upright piano, in Mrs. can't-Cope's handbag and even, once or twice, in the staffroom.
now, being the kind of little shit who liked to one-up my friends, i decided i had to try something a bit more ambitious. during a free period one morning, myself and my friend went out to the ditch and collected about a dozen or so little hoppers. we sneaked around to the kitchen windows, which we knew would be open on a warm day(and it was a warm day). i had planned to simply let the frogs loose in the kitchen, but after looking through the window and seeing the catering-sized pan of cold baked beans not two feet away from the window, my plan changed.
of course i put the damn things into the bean pan.
right before lunch was geography, a double lesson. the geography class was directly above the dining room, so it was quite easy to hear the MASSIVE crash from the kitchen, followed by the high-pitched screaming of dinnerladies. keeping a straight face then was one of the hardest things i've ever done.
we found out later that, just as she was putting the pan on to cook, a small tomato-sauce coated frog had clambered out of said pan, causing the dinnerlady to drop the pan and scream like a banshee.
despite never getting caught and being utterly proud of the prank in the way that only a teenager can be, i realised i may just have gone too far on this one. fortunately, no frogs were harmed during this idiocy. well, not as far as i know, anyway.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 8 Sep 2011, 15:56, Reply)