(Cue creepy music)
We’ve been getting our share of precipitation lately. And what luck. This is what greeted me when I opened the curtains this morning.
And there were 6 more just like him, hanging onto the family room picture window. Waiting for me.
If you’re new here, you should know that I have a long and torturous relationship with the frog population here in Armpit, Florida. So much so, that I’ve dedicated an entire category to my tales of amphibious woe. These writings will serve as evidence when one day I mysteriously disappear. And the frog population all carry with them a satisfied smirk. As they hop off into the sunset.
I’m justifiably concerned about the size of the frogs this year. If you’ll recall, after the 25 inches of rain we received last year over the span of two days, there beget a plague of miniature frogs. As far as the eye could see.
Well. As far as I could see from the safety of my house. Which I did not leave for several weeks.
I suspect these are the same band of frogs. Only they’ve mutated into some sort of freakishly large frogs. Ready to pounce on me as soon as I open the door to retrieve the mail.
And I will not give them the pleasure.
Besides, that’s what children are for.
And btw, my neurosis was completely vindicated this week by this little news article. I will never ever drink from a can of anything. As long as I live. Amen.
Have a great weekend. I’ll be back for Saturday Stirrings. Where my menu will not feature Frog legs.