When we were experiencing hurricane conditions, here in Puddlejump, Florida last week, my good friend Kelli wrote to remind me that with a little rain, the frog plague would likely return.
I hadn’t thought of that scenario. Canoeing down to Publix for toilet paper and tampons, sure, I’d thought of that. But not the frogs.
I thanked her profusely for the reminder.
If you’ll recall, I devoted an entire category on my blog to my fear and loathing of the frog population. A population that has been gunning for me for the last year or so.
Yesterday, I hopped in the van to run errands. And as I pulled away, a frog landed on the windshield. Nearly causing me to have a Depends moment. We stared at each other, beady eye to beady eye. He wasn’t budging. He was determined to stick there, obstructing my view.
So, I did what anyone who respects life, even that of a frog, would do. I turned on the windshield wipers. With a windshield wiper washer chaser.
Worked like a charm.
I’d like to tell you that I really feel for the wildlife that have been affected by the flooding.
I’d like to.
My SIL called me last week, after the waters began to recede. She said that as she was driving, she saw a fish flopping around on the road.
I still can’t get that visual out of my head. And I also haven’t been able to cook fish for dinner, either.
Then, I heard on the news that an alligator was spotted walking (slithering, crawling, whatever) down the middle of a residential street. Not far from my house.
Last Monday, I attended a meeting for our homeschool group. As I was leaving, I glanced over at the small water reserve, next to the church.
Four eyes stared at us from just atop the water. We must have looked tasty, because they raised their heads up and simultaneously licked their scaly lips.
Alligators. Two of ‘em.
Somehow, I fear that the frogs will be the least of my worries.