Bootsy, our cat, conducted a science project on our deck yesterday. It was quite elaborate. He had caught a frog and dissected it. I saw the frog's intestines on one deck plank, its spleen on another, and something that resembled a heart about two feet away.
"Bootsy, what did you do?" I asked.
The cat just looked at me and licked his paws.
Two seconds later, my son came outside. He spotted the entrails went into vomit mode.
"Dude," I said. "You have to toughen up. You're going to be dissecting a frog just like this in school, soon!"
He looked at me with a face that matched the color of the dead frog. "No way. I'm sending the cat into school and he can do it!"