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The Frog That Came To Dinner

The one thing that made my mom unhappy in the summertime was that I loved to catch frogs. I believe at the time I was around eight years old and any pond had to be explored to see if there were frogs around. Now my idea was never to catch them and keep them captive my idea was to get a real close look at them, talk to them, pet them, watch them hop about and then if they didn’t jump back into the pond themselves to help them back in.

 It was such an activity that I could spend hours on it. In a short time, I found all sorts of frogs in different shapes and sizes. As I remember my favorite ones were the bullfrogs because they were big, had huge eyes, and croaked real loud. Now, what in the world I talked to them about I have no idea I suppose I asked them about life in the pond and told them about myself. I sure wish that at that time there had been video cameras and someone had taken a video of me and the frogs. Perhaps I was eventually hoping I would find a prince among them.

At one time if it was a productive day I would have several frogs hopping around on the grass. To me, they were very entertaining. In a way, I guess the frogs didn’t mind the company because one day when I was convinced that I had put them all back into the pond a particularly large bullfrog had hopped into the plastic pail I always had with me. Mom was calling me to dinner and I had to hurry. Since there was a plastic shovel in the pail as well the bullfrog went unnoticed and surprisingly he didn’t make any noise.

Well, it being summertime I was ready to have my dinner and head back to the pond just for a little while longer. Usually, mom didn’t let me but if it was really hot out she let me stay out longer because it would be too hot inside anyway. So we were eating and the pail was by my feet when the bullfrog decided it wanted some dinner too. With a loud croak, he knocked over my pail, hopped out and made one great big leap up onto the table. It goes without saying that mom was not happy because he landed into her gravy and luckily the gravy wasn’t hot. That evening I had to take the bullfrog to the pond and come back and finish my dinner and stay inside. However after this incident each day I always found a bullfrog and I was positive this was the same bullfrog. In a way, he had become my friend. However, even after kissing him numerous times he did not become my prince.

Free image of a bullfrog

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    Did you catch frogs as a kid?

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  1. my father was a biologist by the original degree. His initial exploration as a scientist was the impact of climate change (62 years ago he was already worried).
    One summer he got a fellowship in Iowa. I was 3 and we spent the summer catching frogs.

    My dad studied the reality of climate change and frogs.

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