Bullfrog!
in reply to a message by RoxStar
Once we lived opposite a home with a small garden pond with a large frog in residence. I called him Jeremiah and loved him; DH once in desperation got up in the middle of the night, raided the kitchen for a sieve and the garden for a half brick, and went on a frog hunt while I slept peacefully. Of course, as soon as he got too close, Jeremiah shut up so he finally went back to bed. Next morning I went into the kitchen and slid dramatically from one end of it to the other: in the dark, DH hadn't noticed that the sieve contained mung beans that I was sprouting, and they were all over the floor, which was patterned in green and yellow so they were invisible. All Jeremiah's fault!
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My sympathies are with you for nearly falling on your face, and with Jeremiah for nearly getting mashed.
I mean, I'd way rather have a bullfrog's sound than say, a barking dog or a bunch of cicadas keep me awake at night.
Anyway, I like frogs. Always have.
I mean, I'd way rather have a bullfrog's sound than say, a barking dog or a bunch of cicadas keep me awake at night.
Anyway, I like frogs. Always have.