It finally arrived. The Day. The day we’d heard about right at the start. The day that started it all. Eye. Ball. Day.
After a rough start to this week, we ended on a high note: up to date with Konos, way ahead in English, and barely scraping through in Maths (don’t tell my dad!). On a side note, if I can get through most of a week’s worth of Konos in a day, I wonder if I’m doing something wrong.
As part of our study unit on attentiveness, we’ve been studying eyes and sight. We’ve drawn eyes, labelled eyes, read about eyes, spoken about eyes and pretty much everything else you can think of … except cut one open.
And tonight was The Night.
I called a couple of local butcheries and caused mirth and giggles by asking them if they had cow eyeballs for sale. Finally, one butcher generously defrosted an entire head – of a pig – and let us have the poor creature’s eyeball. My darling, eyeball-touching-averse husband purchased the sharpest cutting implement he could find, came home, and did “the honours”.
It was really, really …
(I know you’re thinking EDUCATIONAL is about to make an appearance here) ….
Well, what you’re gonna get is GROSS.
What was supposed to be clear jelly in the middle, was blackish and liquid and grim. The “sharpest implement available” was far too blunt for what turned out to be the tough, resilient, impenetrable outer membrane of the eyeball. What ensued was a bloody, blackish massacre that the girls and I could hardly share a room with.
We can now say, “we’ve done it”. We can also say, we’re not likely to do it EVER AGAIN.
(Next time we’ll use YouTube).