I rather like frogs; actually, I really quite fancy them. (No, not to eat!)
Along with the crickets, they sing me to sleep at night, and keep serenading me in the pre-dawn mornings on the patio before work. Bob, my biology-professor husband, likes them also, but has a much more practical bent toward them. Whereas I always want to catch them, pick them up, look at them eyeball-to-eyeball, the prof always says, “leave it alone, it’s a scared little creature”.
How does he know if it’s scared? (Turtles, on the other hand, right, I know what they do…) Besides, as far as I’m concerned, one of a frog’s life functions is to let me pick it up. So there. Continue reading “Frogs, and other useful tools”