Thursday, November 7, 2013

Tom

My girls are always catching stuff. By stuff I mean bugs, worms, grasshoppers, Hope can catch a fly out of the air with her bare hands, snakes, and frogs. Yep this isn't the first frog they have caught, or the last I'm afraid. But it is certainly the biggest. They found him in Tyms window well. They named him Tom the toad and sang songs about him.
 He was a jumper. I wasn't impressed when he jumped on me twice. I screamed like a girl.

Poor Tom. The girls kept bringing him in the house. After he got loose and they couldn't find him I put an end to it. The they would get him out of her window well and play with him. i finally told them to stop because it was getting cold and it was cruel to bring him in because it was bad for him to regulate his temperature. Maybe I should have been a little kinder. The first good frost we had tom croaked. Yep he was dead. Oh well at least he had a nice funeral.

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