civilian BLOG

  So..   Say goodbye.  He (or she) still don’t know what it was, died sometime today or yesterday – or it could’ve been the day before.  For those of you who do not know the story of my froggie – well….  7 years ago, my sister-in-law gave my son, who I think was 10 at the time,  (maybe he was 11 and it was 6 years ago – well whatever),  these 2 tiny little water frogs from Target that were supposed to live in a bio-balance environment forever.  Well they kept getting bigger. and I had to keep getting larger tanks, and then eventually a filter.  I gained custody of these frogs in the divorce, by force I might add, and took them with me to the north side of the bridge.  One day, one of these now HUGE frogs, was missing!!! There was only ONE FROG LEFT!  Where the other one went, remains a mystery still to be solved.  he (or she) just disappeared.  I kept thinking, he must’ve been staring at the dog’s water bowl, thinking – not unlike NEMO – in finding nemo – “I could get a running start, kick off the edge of this tank, and jump into the bowl, and I could jump from the bowl into a puddle – I will make sure it’s raining that day, and then I will make it to the river – I HAVE SEEN THE RIVER!! I know it’s there.. it was REALLY close to me once, IT WAS IN THE KITCHEN!!!  The river was IN the kitchen, so it can’t be that far away now!”Anyway – this is just how I imagined his escape.  So it’s brother (or sister), continued to live all alone for the next 2 years, moving with me upriver.  And now it’s dead.  Barry buried my frog, Jack’s Frog, Ripley’s Frog, near my little baby trees from the arbor foundation.  We will make a memorial froggie headstone.  Farewell my most precious web-footed friend.