Please don’t get the idea that I’m going to use my blog as an opportunity to obsess about my phobias. Ad nauseum.
Because that’s what husbands are for.
Fiddledaddy isn’t going anywhere. If the blogosphere knew the extent of my neurosis, they would slowly back away, turn, then run like the wind. Essentially, an action known as UNFOLLOW!
That being said. I do need to follow up on my recent blog post announcing the return of The Frog. Because I have new information.
My friend Sonia (a real live friend, as opposed to an imaginary blogging friend) informed me that it was the dreaded Cuban Tree Frog that had invaded my family room picture window. The Cuban Tree Frog is known by its bubble finger and toe tips.
And The Cuban Tree Frog is especially unlikeable around Armpit, Florida because evidently it has a cannibalistic tendency to eat the “good” frogs.
It is hard for me to admit that any frog is a good frog. But, in this instance, the “good” frogs are the ones that eat the swarms of mosquitos that threaten our very lives this time of year.
I will concede this point.
My friend Sonia went on to tell me that the Cuban Tree Frogs should be eradicated in a humane manner. And her suggestion is one that she herself uses. Place them gently into a ziploc, and then stick them into the freezer. Then dispose of them when they are good and hard.
After I regained consciousness, I quickly shot off an e-mail to her. In essence calling her my hero for ability to kill the frogs. But at the same time questioning her sanity because HOW CAN YOU EVER OPEN THE FREEZER DOOR AGAIN? Even if there is a carton of chocolate mint ice cream with your name in magic marker on the side residing behind that freezer door.
And besides, I buy the generic freezer ziploc bags, and they don’t always hold their contents all that well. So my mind immediately went to the dark side and imagined the frogs escaping within the confines of my freezer.
And that’s when the room went dark again.
Later, I got to thinking about the idea of killing the Cuban Tree Frog humanely. Would a shotgun blast between the beady eyes be considered humane?
I pondered this question over the last couple of days. And then this morning, I opened the Family Room curtain to see a rather large bulbous Cuban Tree Frog clinging to the glass.
Emme squinted at him, “Mom, what’s that sticking out of his mouth?”
I inspected through the safety of the storm glass.
“That would be a frog leg. Evidently one of the good frogs.”
Not even kidding. And no, I couldn’t bring myself to take a picture. Your welcome.
And so, I have concluded that yes, a shotgun blast between the beady eyes is justified.
So if you should hear of a crazed housewife being arrested for shooting up the neighborhood, please don’t hang up on my one and only collect call from the county jail.