On a high school campus, May can become ... well, a little silly.
We're not just talking "Oops, I can't believe I said that" moments. We're talking Monte Python-esque Minister Of Silly Walks silly.
Which brings us to the story of Cuca Racha.
It started innocently enough. A dead roach in the hallway by the teacher mailboxes. No biggie, we see these every now and then. Right?
But for some reason, nobody seemed too eager to clean it up. Maybe it was overlooked, maybe folks are just worn out from a long school year. But there the poor creature sat for a few days.
If we worked in an office somewhere, normal 9-to-5 folks, we'd just leave a note for the cleaning crew. But we're teachers. There's something ... different.
That's when the police tape went up.
The dead roach became a crime scene, wrapped in police tape. Next to the victim stood one of those evidence markers (homemade, but pretty official looking). But this was just the beginning.
Next came the memorials. First little flowers, tealight candles. A picture of the family in happier days. Candy and gifts. Eventually a teddy bear, more pictures. Now, a column with a guest book for mourners to sign.