Yesterday it was a sunny and beautiful 78 degrees, so I was sitting pondside in T-shirt and jeans. I noticed a green frog laying on a rock at the pond edge. A short while later I seen that it had moved further away from the pond. Then a bit later, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and the frog was dragging itself in a most awkward way, mouth agape, and stopped. It laid there awhile and moved again, only this time it flipped on it's back, hind legs straight out, one "arm" flung above its head, and the other folded like it was clutching it's chest! Mouth open, tongue kinda' hanging, and it "croaked"! Literally! I went and prodded it with a stick, and yep, dead!
It just did this whole Fred Sanford, "I'm comin' Elizabeth" thing and died!
It just did this whole Fred Sanford, "I'm comin' Elizabeth" thing and died!
