It's Raining Cats and Frogs!
A wonderful phenomenon has occurred this past week. Micah and his classmates were at recess and found numerous baby frogs. The rain has brought on a natural rain forest in this part of Texas. The classmates and Micah found frogs on the playground near an old building. Micah brought his home. We got out Pawpaw’s fish fryer and put him in there for a swim. Yes, folks, the fish fryer! Don’t worry when you come to a fish fry, the boiling oil will disinfect it. Of course, I’ll wash it in boiling, hot, soapy water too. We placed a rock in the container for our froggy to rest on when it wasn’t swimming.
Before this week, I had not seen a frog in years. They were all over our land when we first moved here 22 years ago, but over the years they all disappeared. Every one of them! When the frogs leave we begin to think there are too many pesticides; too much global warming; whatever. I missed the familiar croaking of the frogs in the night. Every year I looked for frogs, however the search would never turn up the beautiful 4 legged creature that leaped in the grass. NOW, we have frogs. Yeah! Micah wanted to keep this little frog forever…. I asked Micah, “How would you feel if someone took you and your brother and we never saw you again”? He thought about this, but heck they were having so much fun watching froggy swim. I decided to let the boys keep their new pet overnight, but reminded him the frog has to eat. Micah and Logan wanted to know what frogs eat. Micah suggested we pull some grass for him. I said, “No Micah you will have to go find some baby crickets. They can’t eat large crickets and they don’t eat dead crickets, so you and Logan will have to go in search of live baby crickets”. Their eyes became big with worry. The wheels were turning. Out the door Micah went with Logan following behind. They had the little froggy and I guess they were going to let him down to find himself some live baby crickets. In a short time they both came through the front door, “Memaw, we let the little frog go home to his mommy and daddy”. Nothing else was said.
Today they went to my mom’s and she let them go out between rains. They had another frog when I stopped by to pick them up. I let them look at the frog. Mom had fixed it a home in a handled glass, tall enough little froggy couldn't jump out. She put him a snail shell and some grass to make him comfortable and we sat and ate our lunch with the frog’s home as the centerpiece. Micah and Logan looked as though they were watching a television screen as they watched little froggy’s every move. When we finished I asked them if they would return the frog to the ground to go home to its family. Neither spoke. The quietness was deafening. Logan stood up and took the little glass home to the door. Micah said, “I should be the one to let it go home because, after all, it is my frog”. The rain started up again just as Micah took the little frog to the bush and released it to go home. He turned and smiled, rain pouring off his face. He said, “Memaw, little froggy waved goodbye at us”.
Before this week, I had not seen a frog in years. They were all over our land when we first moved here 22 years ago, but over the years they all disappeared. Every one of them! When the frogs leave we begin to think there are too many pesticides; too much global warming; whatever. I missed the familiar croaking of the frogs in the night. Every year I looked for frogs, however the search would never turn up the beautiful 4 legged creature that leaped in the grass. NOW, we have frogs. Yeah! Micah wanted to keep this little frog forever…. I asked Micah, “How would you feel if someone took you and your brother and we never saw you again”? He thought about this, but heck they were having so much fun watching froggy swim. I decided to let the boys keep their new pet overnight, but reminded him the frog has to eat. Micah and Logan wanted to know what frogs eat. Micah suggested we pull some grass for him. I said, “No Micah you will have to go find some baby crickets. They can’t eat large crickets and they don’t eat dead crickets, so you and Logan will have to go in search of live baby crickets”. Their eyes became big with worry. The wheels were turning. Out the door Micah went with Logan following behind. They had the little froggy and I guess they were going to let him down to find himself some live baby crickets. In a short time they both came through the front door, “Memaw, we let the little frog go home to his mommy and daddy”. Nothing else was said.
Today they went to my mom’s and she let them go out between rains. They had another frog when I stopped by to pick them up. I let them look at the frog. Mom had fixed it a home in a handled glass, tall enough little froggy couldn't jump out. She put him a snail shell and some grass to make him comfortable and we sat and ate our lunch with the frog’s home as the centerpiece. Micah and Logan looked as though they were watching a television screen as they watched little froggy’s every move. When we finished I asked them if they would return the frog to the ground to go home to its family. Neither spoke. The quietness was deafening. Logan stood up and took the little glass home to the door. Micah said, “I should be the one to let it go home because, after all, it is my frog”. The rain started up again just as Micah took the little frog to the bush and released it to go home. He turned and smiled, rain pouring off his face. He said, “Memaw, little froggy waved goodbye at us”.
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