The next day

Just like every other day, the sun shone down with idyllic warmth on the palm trees outside of Sunnydale High School.

Inside, Willow was feeling a little less idyllic.

"They won't let us write a paper about them instead?" She looked a little nauseous. Her cafeteria lunch- an unappetizing mixture of mystery meat and yellowed peas- remained untouched.

Xander patted her on the shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "They die all the time, Will. It's part of the great cycle of life-"

Willow shook her head, her reddish-orange hair swinging back and forth hurriedly.

"It's not that. I mean, yes, it's pretty inhumane I guess, but it's just they're so..." She wrinkled up her face looking for a word. "Scaly? Slimy? And they look at you with those beady eyes, like they're just waiting for an opportunity to-"

"New kind of demon?" Buffy asked cheerfully, coming up behind them with a fully laden lunch tray.

"Worse." Willow looked up at Buffy, an ill look on her face.

Buffy frowned at Willow. What could be worse than a scaly, slimy, beady eyed demon, after all?

Xander spoke up. "All of us have to dissect frogs for Mrs. Saberhagen's Biology class."