Squirl's Nest

Monday, August 01, 2005

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.


Blogger Kitty said...

UH...UH... UGLY?!?!?!

Mon Aug 01, 09:03:00 PM  
Blogger Kitty said...

OMG - the 'SQUIRL' did a girly... uck "it's a dead thing" dance? I thought you was tougher than I?


Mon Aug 01, 09:08:00 PM  
Blogger SierraBella said...

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.

Mon Aug 01, 09:09:00 PM  
Blogger Kitty said...

Heck, the dogs beckon when I open my desk drawer too :)

Mon Aug 01, 09:11:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

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. :-)

Mon Aug 01, 09:18:00 PM  
Blogger tshsmom said...

EEWWW! Did you find it before it started stinking?

Mon Aug 01, 10:17:00 PM  
Blogger Susie said...

Waaaaaaiiiitttt a minute. You're BUCKY'S sister? And you didn't take a picture? Hmmmm, very suspicious.

Mon Aug 01, 11:15:00 PM  
Blogger Ern said...

I bet it dried out and was more like jerky than stinky rot. Right?

Tue Aug 02, 01:15:00 AM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

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.

Tue Aug 02, 07:11:00 AM  
Blogger Kitty said...

*tastes like chicken*

Tue Aug 02, 09:50:00 AM  
Blogger Mr. Bloggerific Himself said...

I heard frogs like parking lot pee. But maybe that's just a rumor.

Tue Aug 02, 10:28:00 AM  
Blogger LadyBug said...


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.


Tue Aug 02, 10:50:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

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.

Tue Aug 02, 10:54:00 AM  
Blogger Nina said...

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 . . .

Tue Aug 02, 12:46:00 PM  
Blogger Spurious Plum said...

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.

Tue Aug 02, 04:48:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

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.

Tue Aug 02, 07:26:00 PM  
Blogger whfropera said...

ok, ewww.
but also yea!!!
thanks for having my back.
trolls. ewww.
worse than frogs, anyday.

Tue Aug 02, 08:12:00 PM  
Blogger eclectic said...

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"?!

Tue Aug 02, 08:25:00 PM  
Blogger August95 said...

I thank you for the lack of picture. I hate petrified animals, so gross.

Wed Aug 03, 02:13:00 AM  
Anonymous Danielle said...

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?"

Wed Aug 03, 07:57:00 AM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

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!"

Wed Aug 03, 08:04:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

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"?

Wed Aug 03, 10:05:00 AM  
Blogger LadyBug said...

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.

Wed Aug 03, 10:08:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Ladybug, thanks! They are adorable. And I got there in time to see Nilbo mention Bucky.

Wed Aug 03, 12:12:00 PM  
Blogger Von Krankipantzen said...

I would be so icked out for months!

Wed Aug 03, 01:30:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Kranki, I probably will until it gets too cold for frogs around here.

Wed Aug 03, 01:52:00 PM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

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.

Wed Aug 03, 02:29:00 PM  
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Wed Aug 03, 02:44:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Yeah, Bucky, until they start squirming and jumping around. Then what?

Wed Aug 03, 03:02:00 PM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

Frog legs.

Wed Aug 03, 03:54:00 PM  
Anonymous Lori said...

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.

Wed Aug 03, 06:08:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Bucky, no more like frog jerky.

Lori, ugh!

Wed Aug 03, 08:02:00 PM  
Blogger JessicaRabbit said...

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.

Wed Aug 03, 08:16:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Oh, I'm just half a bad-ass. Yes, you are definitely a whole smart ass. And that's why we love you.

Wed Aug 03, 08:27:00 PM  
Blogger Mr. Bloggerific Himself said...


See you real soon!


Why? Because we like you!

M.Oh sorry, I thought it was a sing-a-long. :(

Wed Aug 03, 09:01:00 PM  
Blogger greatwhitebear said...

You so didn't strike me as the girlie type!

Wed Aug 03, 10:11:00 PM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

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...

Wed Aug 03, 11:43:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

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.

Thu Aug 04, 10:05:00 AM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

Squirl - remember...I AM bigger than you are...

Thu Aug 04, 12:31:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Oops, um, hi Bucky!

Thu Aug 04, 01:30:00 PM  
Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A
time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

'Thought & Humor' by Howdy
CyberHumor, CyberThought
CyberRiddles for your divertissement!!!

Fri Aug 05, 09:33:00 PM  

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