I liked frogs as a kid, I really did.To this day I'm not 100% sure why, though.
I was at my MawMaw's for the weekend when I'd found it. Hopping around in my dad's flower garden and around the hose. It was beautiful~!
I wanted it.
I needed it.
I had to have it!
That frog would be mine!
However, my MawMaw would never let me take it. I had to devise a plan! I had to take this frog so I could love it and take care of it forever. So I was outside playing with my cousin when he and I came up with how to get my little frog friend.
A small juice bottle would be his temporary home!
My cousin readied the bottle while I stalked my prey.
Slow, I crept up on him. I watched my new pet. His green skin glistened with... dirt and slime. And once I felt he was distracted, I pounced!
My tiny little hands closed around him and he was mine.
So into the bottle he went. Of course, we added water and some holes in the top, so he'd survive the trip home.
But there was a flaw in my plan.
Mom would never let me have a frog. So he was my shameful secret!
I never was very good with secrets.. Mom was gonna find out.
So I panicked!
I had to dispose of the evidence of my horrible crime! No one could know I stole the frog from Dad's flower garden!
So I did the only thing a woman in my position could do.
I flushed him.
My beloved frog, buried alive at sewer.
I did feel pretty guilty about it as a kid. And now I feel even more guilty when I talk about it. I'm kind of that kind of person.
Thanks for reading and remember, kids, pet are not toys to be thrown away!
