WANTED: One Scab Thief

It started innocently enough. We are studying skin during school. The other day, Ryan asked me what a scab would look like under the microscope. I told him I didn't really know, but that might be cool to check out sometime. Fast forward 36 hours and I come in from dinner with friends and we find this note on my desk.

Ryan had involuntarily donated a scab when Jacob asked him if he really wanted to look at one and he answered yes. Armed with that knowledge, Jacob reached over and quickly pulled one off of a mosquito bite on Ryan's leg.


For the record, Ryan said it bled and bled and bled and bled and he wasn't too happy with his brother. But alas, there was a scab in that little circle area on the note, waiting on me after my delicious meal, like it was dessert.


Only by the next day -- it was gone. Gone, I tell you. Nobody knows who the culprit was, but until the elusive scab is found, Ryan has taken to wearing long pants.