July 17, 2007
Frog Slaughter
Oh man. Tonight was tough.
After a solid week of rain, it has finally dried out enough to begin hacking away at the green leafy cellulose growing all over the yard. Tonight I headed out to the front yard to reduce the foot high grass in my drainage ditch so:
1) The water trying to drain out of my yard could actually get out.
B) The neighbors/passers by don't think we are developing a wildlife sanctuary behind all that grass.
There are always tons and tons of frogs, but with the very wet weather we have been having you can hardly walk a foot without the grass parting and green, slimy friends jumping away in all directions.
Also, keep in mind that I LOVE frogs. Like, when I begin to unravel and require heavy sedation and therapy (Tara, this is coming sooner than you think) my power animal will be a frog. That's how much I like them. Like....a lot.
Anyway, back to the problem. There were so many of them (hundreds) all over the grass and in the weeds (ok maybe thousands) that I couldn't help but take down a few with the weedwhacker as I was cutting the grass.
It was horrific. Limping, one-legged frogs everywhere, frog parts flicked on my shoes, it wasn't good. I guess this is just something I have to get used to, but I don't have to like it. :(
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You know that they taste like chicken...
I can just imagine how nasty that was! Paul was mowing our lawn yesterday and he disected our friend George! (a rather large toad that make our front yard his home!)
It was not a pretty site!