Today, I had my kids doing a reading comp. exercise about Groundhog Day. As an anecdote, I told my students about a story I had read about last year's Groundhog Day. Apparently, one of the groundhogs had bit the mayor of NYC.
"Why?" my ever inquisitive, let's get off topic student, asked.
"Well, because he's a wild animal, and they aren't used to being handled. It would be like you touching a wild raccoon."
I mentioned "raccoon", because we had a long Q/A about raccoons before. There is a poster of one hanging in the room, with some sort of inspirational message, but the raccoon creeps us out.
"What would happen if I touched a raccoon?" he asks.
"Um, he'd probably bite you."
"Why?" he asks.
"Well, the raccoon would feel threatened and react. He's not used to being touched by humans."
That led to yet another question, "What would happen if the raccoon bit me?"
"You'd have to go to the hospital, have the wound cleaned, probably get a tetanus shot, some antibiotics, and maybe a rabies shot." I explain.
Are you kidding me?
Blah, blah, germs, blah, blah, infection.
He looks at me, nodding his head. I can see his next question formulating in his brain.
"What would happen if I bit the raccoon? Would he get sick?"
I ask, "Why would you bite a raccoon?"
No answer, just another question,"Would he die?"
OMG. This kid kills me. Every class, he asks me 20 questions, drives me nuts. But, he asks with such sincerity and inquisitiveness, I have to play along.