No. No one is sick. I’m talking about a plague. Of epic proportions. As in, biblically. The real deal.
After we received 25” of rain in our area a couple of weeks ago, a number of you, commented, e-mailed and called to warn me of the coming plague.
And a few of you were a little too gleeful. Not to name names, but I’m talking about YOU, Kelli And that’s just WRONG.
As you may recall, I’ve devoted many many posts and an entire category to dealings I’ve had with the amphibian population.
We had a tad more rain tonight. As we were driving home from AWANA (yes, I’m a Sparks leader again this year because my own children aren’t driving me to drink), Emme made an observation when passing a neighbor’s house.
“Gee mom, there sure are a lot of mosquitos on their door.”
“Yes, Emme, and don’t forget, mosquitos kill, so don’t dawdle when when we’re going in the house.”
I am a shining example of parenting perfection.
When we pulled into our driveway, I looked at our garage door. There were millions of mosquitos on our house as well. As my eyes adjusted to the porch light, and much to my horror, I saw that they were not mosquitos, BUT FROGS. Millions and millions of tiny frogs. I got out of the car, and inspected the front door.
This is what I saw. Not just tiny frogs, but large bulbous parent frogs as well. I heard a couple of popping sounds underneath my sneakers. The ground was carpeted in tiny frogs
I still haven’t had the nerve to look at the underneath side of my shoes.
There seemed to be no way into the house. Fiddledaddy, after hearing the screams from the driveway, (screams of fear from me and Cailey, screams of delight from Emme, and screams from a mommy frog who had just witnessed a youngster or two falling prey to a size 7 1/2 sneaker) opened the garage door so we could scurry inside.
Emme captured the frogs that made their way in with us. I forgot to ask her what she did with them.
I’ll be checking my bed very carefully. She and I have been at odds lately.
It’s just a good thing that Dominos delivers. I’m never leaving the house again. And it’s a shame, since preparations really should begin for the locusts that are sure to follow.