So apparently an absolute fear and disgust of reptiles is not hereditary. Brenna recently came home from a friend's house with a "pet" toad. Her sisters couldn't wait to get their hands, or at least their fingers on it. I took the picture with a telephoto lense, because I was unwilling to get any closer than 100 feet. I hate those things. I have ever since I was about 10 years old and my little brothers put a few of them in my bed as a fun little surprise. Or was it the many times that I opened up the cool whip tub in the fridge and found frog legs floating in water? Whatever started it, those feelings are still with me, but hopefully I haven't passed them on to my kids.
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frogs in the cool whip bucket. we really did live a country life. oh the memories.
I share your disgust - uhg, frogs!
So, I take it the frog was found once again? (darn!) :)
Hey Liz,
We got one too! Was it from the Gallman's house? We got a cage complete with lights and warming pad for ours. And now it's the new family pet "Skippy" Yeah us. (That's sarcasm) Well at least Olivia's happy!
Gross!...but yet still fun.
We have a frog that lives in our yard and I think he's cute (from a distance... I even took pictures). I didn't know frogs could survive in AZ. For days Courtney & Valerie would hunt for him at night... but the novelty has worn off. Now they just play with their Webkinz frogs...
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