Is this the year of the frog for Squirl?
Well the frog in my car saga continues. I drive a VW Golf which is, of course, a hatchback. Since hatchbacks are great for hauling stuff I'd helped a friend buy some plants and carry them home.
I keep this ugly, leopard print blanket in the back of the hatch for dirty jobs like this. All I have to do is pick up the blanket and shake it out. So much easier than vacuuming.
Well, the next day, I decided to shake out the blanket. I had my sunglasses on so it was pretty dark in the trunk. As I reached in to pick up the blanket I felt my right hand brush something. At first I thought it was a piece of bark.
Then, when I realized it wasn't a piece of bark I did this stupid-looking oh-I'm-so-grossed-out-I-can't believe-I-touched-that-thing dance. I took off my sunglasses to be sure, and, yes, it was the buddy of the first frog. I'm guessing he got in there when the first one did. Except that this was over a week later in all that heat with no water.
Thank goodness I also keep an old bath mat back there. The petrified corpse was on it. It took more than a couple of tries to shake it loose but at least I didn't have to touch it.
I am having trouble getting that picture out of my mind. Part of me feels sorry for the poor thing. What a way to go! The other part of me is absolutely revolted that my hand actually brushed it.
For the squeamish in the crowd, don't worry, I could not bring myself to take a picture of it. But believe me, the next time I'm working in the hatch I will look more carefully.
I keep this ugly, leopard print blanket in the back of the hatch for dirty jobs like this. All I have to do is pick up the blanket and shake it out. So much easier than vacuuming.
Well, the next day, I decided to shake out the blanket. I had my sunglasses on so it was pretty dark in the trunk. As I reached in to pick up the blanket I felt my right hand brush something. At first I thought it was a piece of bark.
Then, when I realized it wasn't a piece of bark I did this stupid-looking oh-I'm-so-grossed-out-I-can't believe-I-touched-that-thing dance. I took off my sunglasses to be sure, and, yes, it was the buddy of the first frog. I'm guessing he got in there when the first one did. Except that this was over a week later in all that heat with no water.
Thank goodness I also keep an old bath mat back there. The petrified corpse was on it. It took more than a couple of tries to shake it loose but at least I didn't have to touch it.
I am having trouble getting that picture out of my mind. Part of me feels sorry for the poor thing. What a way to go! The other part of me is absolutely revolted that my hand actually brushed it.
For the squeamish in the crowd, don't worry, I could not bring myself to take a picture of it. But believe me, the next time I'm working in the hatch I will look more carefully.
Squirl chattered at 8:15 PM
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Poor squirl!
I saw my sister do the "oh-I'm-so-grossed-out..." dance when she accidentally touched a petrified mouse we encountered when going through some old family furniture that had been stored a long time.
She shrieked in a tone so high I think only the local dogs heard it.
Kitty, oh yes, I did that dance. It was soooo gross. And I did see you clean out that very drawer.
Sierrabella, it's one of those involuntary kind of things. I'm not proud, but it did make for a good story. :-)
EEWWW! Did you find it before it started stinking?
Waaaaaaiiiitttt a minute. You're BUCKY'S sister? And you didn't take a picture? Hmmmm, very suspicious.
I bet it dried out and was more like jerky than stinky rot. Right?
I would venture to say that one of us is adopted, but we look far too much alike for that. But yeah - why no picture?
Ern - frog jerky? Now I'm hungry.
I heard frogs like parking lot pee. But maybe that's just a rumor.
EW!EW!EW!EW!EW!EW!EW!
ACK, Squirl, you have my deepest sympathies. Dead things make me VERY squeamish. Blech. I get grossed out just picking up a dead bug IN A PAPER TOWEL. I can only imagine how I'd freak out if I touched a DEAD FROG.
*shudder*
thshmom, no like Ern says, it was more like frog jerky than stink rot. Thanks, Ern.
Susie, I wasn't in a picture-taking frame of mind at that time. All I could think of was "Get that gross shit out of my car and let me wash my hands". Is there enough soap in the world?
Bucky, you're right about being related. But see my answer to Susie, above.
Kitty, I'd've saved it for you if I knew you wanted it for dinner.
Mr B, that's a new one on me. We'll have to consult the frog manuals.
Ladybug, oh you've got it. Sooooo gross! I can shudder just at the memory.
I am not sure what I would do . . . thinking back to the frog in the parking lot, and how he must have been wondering where oh where did my mate go? Thinking that when she didn't return in a couple of hours how he found a new one and hopped happily off into the sunset. While his mate croaked in the back of your car.
I know that dance you are talking about, and at times have done it well . . .
Its funny how one bad experience can effect the way you do things for life.I found a squashed spider inside my shoe once (meaning I walked around all day with a spider in my shoe), and have religiously checked my shoes ever since.
Aaaaand I'm freaking out just thinking about it, so I totally understand the dance.
Nanina, wow those are some deep thoughts. You know, I figured I wouldn't be the only one out here who'd done that dance. :-)
Plum, you did a bug post quite recently. Had me doing that little dance just reading about it. Yeah it'll be a while before I won't think there's a dead frog in my trunk. Probably winter.
ok, ewww.
but also yea!!!
thanks for having my back.
trolls. ewww.
worse than frogs, anyday.
Gaaaaah! Frog jerky on a bath mat in Squirl's mobile nest! Can you imagine how much fun that sentence would be in a game of "rumor"?!
I thank you for the lack of picture. I hate petrified animals, so gross.
yeah... somethings are better off Not documented with a digital camera.
icky icky
On a lighter note, it would seem that the leopard print blanket created just the right ambiance for two frogs in the mood for love.
In a Peppy le Peu voice "come ere my leetle darling. Eeesn't the blanket just beeeeutiful?"
One time I really wish I'd had a camera was the year that Jim and I went up north together and stayed at his folks' cottage with just the two of us there.
Nobody had been up in a couple of weeks, and as I made my first stop - the bathroom, naturally - I opened the lid to find a mouse, floating, having shuffled this mortal coil right into toilet.
All I could think was, "I really want a picture of this; it would make a kickass postcard!"
Opera gal, more than happy to help on the troll scene. I don't know why people have to be pissy like that. I happened to like the way Waiter Rant looks.
Everybody go to Opera Gal's site and follow the link to Waiter Rant. See the great job she did on his site!
Eclectic, I'm sitting here chuckling just reading that sentence to myself. :-)
Danielle, yes, sometimes a picture is inappropriate, regardless of what Bucky says. And I love the Pepe le Pew.
Bucky, and would it say "Wish you were here"?
This has nothing, really, to do with your post, but...
Do you read Very Zen, Amanda B.'s site? She's been the surrogate mother for two very young and EXTREMELY adorable baby squirrels, which were blown out of their nest during a storm. The latest pictures she posted yesterday made me think of you....well, your NAME, anyway. Just thought you might wanna check 'em out.
Ladybug, thanks! They are adorable. And I got there in time to see Nilbo mention Bucky.
I would be so icked out for months!
Kranki, I probably will until it gets too cold for frogs around here.
Frogs are nifty little guys. If I found one in my car, I'd carry it around in a backpack like Amanda B wants to do with her baby squirrels.
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Yeah, Bucky, until they start squirming and jumping around. Then what?
Frog legs.
Uhhggg.
Stepped on a frog once at my campsite...was not pretty. All the insides kinda blurped out and left the outer body just sitting there.
Bucky, no more like frog jerky.
Lori, ugh!
Um your scared of a petrified frog, but NOT scared to look at my site at work?
Hmmm. I think this makes you half a bad ass.
And it makes me a whole smart ass.
M.I.C
See you real soon!
K.E.Y.
Why? Because we like you!
M.Oh sorry, I thought it was a sing-a-long. :(
You so didn't strike me as the girlie type!
Bear, she's definitely the girlier sister in the family!
Of course, with me as a sister, that would be true for Tiny Tim, too...
And that's why we love you, Mr B.
GreatWhite, well, I'm sorry but suddenly touching a dead critter isn't my idea of a fun time. I'm not really bad girlie, just girlie enough.
Bucky, yes sir.
Squirl - remember...I AM bigger than you are...
Oops, um, hi Bucky!
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