1. I don't like anyone to touch me around my neck...at all!
2. I can't stand feet. (The only exception being baby feet.)
3. I do not like to touch cotton balls or tear them apart....that gives me chills.
4. But, most of all, I
Frogs scare me. I was not one of those kids that thought they were cute and wanted to touch them and play with them. No, sirree Bob. No thank you! If one jumped near me I would freak out!
All that being said, one morning, (I shudder even recalling it), I got up and went to
That's right, my worst nightmare come true.
I was horrified! The frog was looking a little startled at me as well, considering the situation we had both found ourselves in.
When I was able to process that I had just sat down over a frog
It didn't work.
I opened the lid of the toilet(just a crack) to see if it was successfully flushed.
Needless to say I had not thought the whole thing through very well. Neither boy was going to touch the frog knowing where it had just been......
Fortunately, Daniel had the presence of mind to run and grab our insect viewing box. He set it over the frog, and the frog jumped right into the box. No touching necessary. (He still used a lot of hand sanitizer afterwards, just in case)....:)
This post may seem like too much information to some people, but this is just the kind of stuff that always happens in my life.
Hey, it ain't easy being me.
"Say hello to my little friend!"