In seventh grade our social studies teacher asked the class (comprised of good wholesome non Ithacan upstate farm kids) if we'd be interested in doing a puppet class. We glared at him. He backed right down. He eventually became a republican.
It was pretty boring, even in first or second grade. We wanted to paint with brushes and easels, which only the big kids got to do.
Here's an excellent example of evil street puppets that I found this morning. I wonder how many trees died to make this large papier mache puppet?