Something like this:
I did.
But in typical middle school aged Charles Foster style,
I waited until the night before the project was due to freak out and start collecting bugs.
When my mom found me digging around for bugs, she asked what was going on (as I don’t like bugs or dirt or outside).
I explained about the project and she freaked out too.
We went together to a local park that was kind of swampy from what I remember.
It was in Florida.
We caught like soooo many bugs.
But one of them was MASSIVE.
All the bugs but the big one were dead by the time we got home.
We frantically started pinning the bugs and labeling them.
Then it came to last, still very much living, big ass bug.
My mom said we’d have to kill it first, but we didn’t know how to kill it without squishing it.
So, we waited him out.
All night.
He finally died and my mom said she’d pin him since I was feeling really bad about the bug death.
My mom was totally grossed out, pinned the bug, but got sick.
Then we find out the bug was so big that there wasn’t enough pin on the backside of the bug to hold to the board.
So she had to take that pin out and put another one in.
She still gives me ■■■■ about it from time to time and I’m almost forty.
Anyway,
Did you also have to do this barbaric school project and are they still making kids do this?