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long, long, long time ago me and two buddies took a dead muskrat that we trapped and stuck it in a school bus. middle of the night...we stashed it in the little cabinet over the door where they used to keep the first aid kit or some shit. propped it's little mouth open so whoever found it would see the teeth and scare them, I guess.
days turned to a couple weeks and no one said anything...then they took the bus down to the state track meet. turned pretty warm that day and it started stinking pretty bad. they finally pulled over and searched and found what was described as opossum soup.
one guy that did it with us was on the trip and never said a word. 37 years later, that guy's an engineer and is still scared to death he's going to get busted for it. has 2 sons in hs and forbids me to tell them any stories about when we were in hs.
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