I love froggies. I alwaysPosted on February 29th, 2004 @ 8:31 am
I love froggies. I always have. I remember being eternally mortified that my little cousin would put a fish hook through the back of a froggie so that the fishies would chase after the froggie and eat him and my cousin would have a big fish with a froggie in its belly to be proud of.
I’ve never forgiven him for doing that.
We have a real froggie. We like to call him Dumbass. He’s escaped his tank several times, and since he’s 100% completely aquatic, he will die if he’s out of water. He doesn’t seem to realize this. I think he swims around his tank all day with these glorious delusions that he’s really a cat. Once, he made a break for freedom when I was putting him back in the tank after a water change. He jumped right out of the net and quickly disappeared into the wonderful world of air-that-will-cause-him-to-choke-and-die. Dumbass. We found him trapped under the carpet, and the only way we knew was because Maxfield was sniffing and hovering over this one spot. Dumbass frog. I bet he swims around his lonely tank giving us the evil eye all day long. Mean people, keeping him from exploring the world outside. We’re evil. I know he thinks so.
I have froggie stuffed animals. A bunch of them. I have one pair I got in high school that I named Edgar and Allen Frog – the Frog brothers. Bonus points if you can name the movie. (Maggots, Michael, you’re eating maggots. How do they taste?)
Anyway, all that just to say Happy Leap Year day. Get it? Leap? Frog?
Oh nevermind. Go drink your coffee.
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