I'll admit, I'm doing pretty good getting up on time on my post-honeymoon week back to work. This particular day, I got up around 7:15 a.m. Per my usual routine, I headed straight to the back door to let Gus out, who had already placed his little nose on the bed and given me the sad "Mommy-wake-up" puppy dog eyes.
But I got an awful surprise when I opened the door. There, to the right side of our patio, laid a poor little frog turned upside down on his back. I thought he was dead, until Gus nosed up to him to check him out, and I saw his little arms moving trying to turn himself back over. When I bent down to get a closer look, I noticed that he didn't have any back legs! Something had bitten the poor guy's legs off! I couldn't just leave him there to die, so I decided the right thing to do was to put him out of his misery, which I did.
The more unnerving question to me now is, what animal would eat frog legs? Mike said either a cat or a snake, which is very scary because some of our neighbors have killed several poisonous snakes over the past couple of weeks. Eeek! I hate snakes!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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