I was really surprised after reading about your frogs. One year, a long long time ago, in the early NINETIES..we woke up on easter morning to find a surprise far more exciting then chocolate bunnies and candy eggs. there was a small cage with TWO bunnies. Peter rabbit was the one i named, original. We couldnt keep them indoors though, they smelled like rodent and they pooped perfect little circular pellets..which contributed to the stinkiness. Any who my dad built this makeshift cage for them outside in the back yard under some trees. We loved them until they got boring. The next winter we went to Florida. And we left them outside. Need I say more.
This is a story I wrote a few days ago about a childhood trauma. I was going to post it up then I saw your story….
'When I was a child I found a sparrow at the bottom of a hill with a broken wing. I took it home, fed it worms and dried raisons and slowly nursed it back to health. It used to follow me around the garden when it was hungry, and didn’t mind when I would prod it in the eye with a stick. I loved that bird. One day we went to see my Grandmother. I put the sparrow in a shoebox and we went on our way. I thought I would surprise Grandma with my new pet. When we arrived I opened the box and the sparrow flew out. Grandma started screaming and almost had a heart attack. Little did I know she had a fear of birds. The sparrow had to stay in the shed outside. When I came down in the morning to feed it, the ground was covered in frost. I opened the shed door and there it was, stood in the corner, rigid, frozen stiff. I loved that bird.'
When my brother and I were very young, my father everyday would give us a “surprise" which could consist of possibly ANYTHING…Sometimes he would come home and bring us maybe a doll or a teddy bear. Maybe even just a sticker; once he even brought home 2 turtles…but that’s another story.
Anyway one cold month I forget which one. My father being the crazy good man he is came home and brought Philip Charles and I two frogs. I was freaking out I LOVE frogs. We had the frogs set up in our living room and they had a big aquarium and aw…it was just amazing. (picture below is how happy i was in my head ^^)
Anyways my mother thought the smell of these foul creatures were gross. (i don’t blame her Philip and I are not experts at keeping things in good maintenance) So one night she had the Frogs put on our front patio porch.
That morning when I went down to see my little friends they had frozen to death….one of the frogs was stuck to the side glass in a possible attempt to climb out and the other probably gave up and froze on the bed of our aquarium.
Whenever I go to church I always stare at my father because I know that he won’t be able to be serious for an hour…its just a matter of time before he cracks up at something he thought of in his head and then gets stern at me for recognizing his personal enjoyment…but when I turn away I can tell he is still smiling inside.