This morning, after letting the dog out for her AM wizz, I hear an uproar in the back yard. The last time I experienced this type of alert, our psycho-neurotic dog, Cinnamon (A whole, entire 'nother story), was very excited that she had discovered Possum. SO excited in fact that she was carrying it around in her mouth and tossing it in the air with glee (I rescued the little mammal and tossed it over the fence).
Well with her barking and panting and bouncing all around, I just had to go out and see what the commotion was about. I expected to see a snake, or possum, or cricket (I did mention psycho-neurotic, right?). Today it was a frog! Not a little tree frog, or even a toad - which we see frequently - but a BIG FAT FROG.
Actually it was bigger than normal since I guess that one of the froggie's defense tactics is to puff himself up real big - so big and puffed up that his already short and stumpy fog legs were sticking out to the four corners of his body, none of them touching the ground, and he was rocking back and forth. As my wife would say, "Sad!" So I threw him over the fence, just like the possum. Only too late did I realize that I should have taken a picture to show the size of this booger (I did go outside later and try and find him to take a picture, but alas, he had moved on - traumatized but deflated).
The whole point!? We do not live in the swamp, or the deep woods, or near a lake or a pond. We live in the city of Aiken. The fact that it is wet enough to garner a frog in our backyard is enough for me to cry, "Uncle!" Oh, and it's been raining all night. It has stopped this AM but is overcast and they are calling for, you guessed it, RAIN!
Shit. So anyway, we are on our way North to Philly, PA today. If the sun is out, I'll take a picture and show you that it does actually exist.
OK, there is a plus side to all of this rain - the yard looks greener than it has all year:) I just can't cut the stuff.
WH
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment