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Monday, July 14, 2008

Ker-Squish

Welcome, once again, to Random Memory Monday...


This one time? At horse camp? I was running downhill really fast? And I stepped on a frog.

It went pop.


I didn't really bury him, but I did go back and look.

Frog pancake.

5 comments:

soup said...

that’s very gross. i propose to counter with this little tidbit: i once got bit on the finger by a rat. (it made the same sound as biting into a really fresh and juicy apple with our teeth.)

EGE said...

Oh, MAN! That is ker-YUCKY!

Not the bite so much, I've been bitten by rats before (when I lived in Room 101, just before I learned to love Big Brother), but your description of the SOUND!

YUCKY! I will have NIGHTMARES!

jen said...

yer gross!!

jen said...

And now I will counter with this (having read soups comment)
I once had a pet rat AND a pet tree frog.
Way to ruin my precious pet memories...
sheesh.

Leslie said...

Ewwwwww. Where I lived on base in Turkey we always had a few weeks every summer when frogs were just everywhere, and you had to be very careful to not step on them. One year it corresponded with a full blackout due to the war in Cyprus. Picture: Gaggle of teenagers, walking around in the dark, and every few minutes someone steps on a frog. Often barefoot. Ewwwwwwwww.