The other day our neighbor, Brian, found a frog in his yard. But it wasn’t any frog, this one gal/guy was huge! I hope s/he still is. Point is, I’ve never seen a frog that big without there being a crystal panel between us.
I honestly did not care much about it. A. thought it was cool but wanted to leave it where it was. J., Tyler and Brian, on the other hand had to play with the poor guy! It’s gotta be a boys thing, I dunno.
After a few minutes of trying to convince the frog to get out of the hole it was in (a whole where a huge wooden pole sort of stands in) Tyler finally caught it and put it in a pickle jar. Still, A. wanted nothing to do with it.
J. loved staring at it and soon tried to shake the jar. A. still wanted nothing to do with it…didn’t even touch the jar, not even once.
That’s the closest A. got to the frog. He preferred to talk about the frog rather than to look at it.
I’ve been warned that this is only the beginning. Started with frogs and who knows what it will end with. Thankfully there aren’t many cockroaches in Portland, that would seriously make me squeal!
I hope that frog likes pickles…