I killed a frog last night. In my driveway. With the Green Monster.
I didn't mean to do it. Why didn't the dang thing hop away when it saw me coming? It must have been like a
When I walked around the truck to get Pip out, I glanced down the driveway and noticed something glistening in the streetlight. Huh? I sauntered down thinking it was a little piece of trash that the garbage man spilled from the trash can and didn't pick up.
Ugh. I ran over one of it's front legs and amputated it. Blood was running down my stamped concrete driveway...
I didn't tell Pip of course but when we got inside I told Paul and Hunter. They went out to take a gander then came back in and called me a frog killer.
This morning the 3 of us went out to look at it. Gross..It was like a high school frog dissection gone wayyyyy wrong. Of course, the arguing over who was going to clean it up began.
Paul: You really need to get that cleaned up.
Me: I'm not doing it! Gross! Yuck!
Hunter: Let the dogs eat it..
Paul: Just get a shovel, scoop it up, and throw it in the trash can. I think I see a job for Hunter.
Me: Yeah, me too. Just get the hose and spray it into the rock.
Hunter: Hey! That's not fair! I didn't do it.
Me: Just get the pooper scooper and scoop it up.
Hunter: Why can't we just let the dogs eat it?!
Paul: This is going on your blog isn't it.
Paul and Hunter want me to post a picture of it on my blog. Should I? It's pretty gross..
Right now, Hunter is singing behind me: I killed a frog and I liked it.....