Stickin' It Out for Slimy

waking up at 7am was a bit of stretch for me. but i was awake anyway...and hungry, so i sat straight up, ran my fingers through my hair and picked up my lap top. i'd catch the latest blogs and emails over a cup of coffee and still be able to take my time before meeting new friends.

as i started down the stairs, i could see harrison crying. his face was so sad, and in a state of concern and in the language of "yawn"- i asked what was wrong.

the frog is stuck in the chair, he told me, and i have to go to school. that meant ...he couldn't help the little bugger himself.

i felt bad. i couldn't ignore his tender heart or those crocodile tears. i set my lap-top on the steps and walked out side. sure enough- there was the frog who seemed to have brilliantly gotten his leg intertwined in the grate holes of the porch chair. i started by trying to push his foot through and then his leg. but the frog kept clinging and ultimately, making it worse.

sarah came outside to try and help. she toyed with his leg and then decided it was i who would have to pick him up while she struggled to untangle his leg. i made a sour face at her. i wasn't exactly sure how i felt about holding the amphibian - but i picked his body up anyway- and it was....slimy. even worse- squishy. i thought i might actually squeeze his little guts out...on accident of course, but guts nonetheless. i held on firmly until sarah decided to switch. once she pulled the frog's leg out of the holes in the chair; she carried him to the yard. and i....well i darted for the kitchen sink to wash my hands. what can i say? the frog gave me the "willies."

either it had been too long since i'd caught one or this one was special, i couldn't tell- even so- we freed the frog. now i think i can only, really, chalk it up to a bit of compassion for harrison b/c God knows i wouldn't have peeled the polliwog on my own volition.

happy days...