My sister and I spent our early years in Kalamazoo, Michigan in a great house that backed to a large field. In between building forts and biking the neighborhood with the other kids, we caught frogs from the storm drains and kept them in a big cooler. Many times, my mom discovered dried, dead frogs I had "put to bed" in her tissue boxes. Once, my sister and I caught the frogs and put little blue, felt diapers on them and then set them free again. To this day we can't explain why -- I just have the vision of them hopping away with the turquoise blue death traps attached to their bodies restricting whatever bowel movements frogs have. They probably died. Likely from humiliation. Maybe we thought we were helping? I think they are planning revenge. I know I would.
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Posted by: Victoria | May 18, 2012 at 06:34 AM