I can imagine the things going through your mind Sour...your mind is scarier than mine....and that's saying something.
It hasn't happened to me...but I've heard the stories...we all have...
How'd THAT happen?!? Wait, never mind, I don't want to know
Are you sure MFB is still alive and well?
SOUR, YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS! I JUST KNOW IT - YOU AND YOUR
'FROGS'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was driving Baby
to school this morning, just like every other morning, when suddenly, I became aware that we weren't alone in the car. Something cool and moist had brushed against my arm, and I looked down to see a small tree frog that had just landed on my steering wheel. "Hello," I said, as he hopped, first to the instrument panel, then to my right leg and then the glove compartment. Fortunately, none of his hops had landed him in the cup of juice in the cupholder on the console. "Oh, hi," BB2K said, as she made a grab for him. He eluded her, bouncing off my right forearm and disappearing over my left shoulder. We knew where he'd come from; the "recyclables" in the back of the SUV. We had loaded them up minutes before, with my intent of taking them to the recycling center after dropping BB2K at school. Normally, the bins sit on our back porch.
70 miles per hour on a moderately busy 4-lane isn't really the time or place for hunting frogs, but I knew that if I stopped, BB2K would probably be late for school. So I kept my eyes on the road, and we strategized. Capturing him wasn't the issue, it was, "then what?" There was an sturdy horse-supplement bucket that I use for an "in flight" trash can in the back seat; the snug-fitting lid was behind my seat. BB2K fished them out of the back and said, "OK, where is he?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I had been keeping tabs on the extra passenger. He had been quite active, hopping from place to place, including my left knee and various spots on my driver's side door. At the moment, he was bouncing between the windshield and the dashboard, but was in an area that was impossible for BB2K to reach. Finally, he jumped onto my left wrist. I extended my arm toward her, she snagged him off my arm and put him in the bucket. She snapped the lid on carefully, then attached a bright pink sticky note with FROG! written on it to make sure I wouldn't overlook it when I got home (yeah, yeah, the Bunny's getting forgetful). Then she put the bucket back in the back. As she settled back facing forward in her seat, she said, "you know, we aren't normal." "No, we aren't," I said. "Seriously," she said. "Most of the girls I know, that would have resulted in a wreck. Though you'd be deafened first . . . ." "Yup, sorry, hon, but I must have passed the insanity gene on to you."
We were still giggling about it when we pulled up in front of her school, just as the first bell rang.
(Sorry, no pic of the well-traveled amphibian. When I got home,Critter spotted the bucket and was so intrigued by the FROG! label he immediately opened it, releasing the frog)
