I had an unfortunate frog encounter on our Labor Day 2009 trip. From that trip report:
After the show, we headed on back to the cabin, where we once again saw our favorite frog, who waited on us to return home every night.
He seemed harmless enough, and Jodi really liked saying hey to him each night, but my love for him faded tremendously Sunday night when he attacked me! (Well, maybe not attacked, but it was close enough!)
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Finally, after a great day, came the killer frog incident:
When we got back to the cabin, the frog was sitting on the same post as it always was each night when we returned. Given that it was in the same place as it was every night so far, you would think I wouldnt forget about that and casually put my hand on the post, but youd be wrong. When I touched it without knowing I was about to, I (understandably) freaked. Just a little scream and hand flick, and then everything was fine.
Or so I thought.
When we got up to the door of the cabin and I was looking for the key, I touched my hair. Yup, you guessed it. The flick of the frog had landed him in my hair. If my first scream when I touched him on the post hadnt awakened our neighbors, the second surely did. It took another glass of wine plus a long shower to get over that.
I lived through the encounter, of course, and surely hope Kermit did too. I hope that upon his second flick of the night, he wound up somewhere safe and happy for him. I guess Ill never know
(Of course, if any of you wind up in loop 2200 and see our friend, youll have to tell him we said hey.)
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--No Thanks!!
