Thu, May 14, 2009
They sure like picking out the brutality.
Oh the innocence of youth . . . how quickly it flees . . .
Don’t speak to me about tadpoles.
We had around 30 little ones.
Now we only have around 10 big fat ones.
I wish they’d just grow their little froggy legs and frog off.
Years ago, my friend Geoff and I went to the zoo and we were in the bathouse. Some guy was there with his two sons, they were like, 5 or something. One was, anyway. (I’ve had some wine – bear with me!:) Anyway, the kid was like, “Look, daddy! They’re drinking water!”, and Geoff said, “That ain’t water, kid – that’s blood!”.
The look on the dad’s face was funny – and the kid’s face was fricking horror!
I’ll bet he had nightmares.
It made me laugh. Sorry!
Hee hee. Now you won’t believe this, but it’s true…really it is. The other day we were visiting some friends who just so happened to have some tadpoles in a tank in their garden. Renée is obsessed with nature and snails and all slimy things so we left her next to it to stare and fiddle and do whatever it is children do with tadpoles…Anyway, when we came back to check on her she had this funny-looking black wiggly thing sticking out of her mouth. I screamed and asked her what it was. And she looked all guilty and quickly swallowed it…..I honestly think she’d eaten a tadpole. I have no idea what possessed her to do something so dusgusting. All I can think of is that she is half French!!!
Well, its true
They always like the gory bits don’t they? LOL
We used to catch tadpoles as kids… and keep them in a jar, and then release them in a day or two. We probably traumatized the poor things!!
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