Friday, July 6, 2012


I have always had a soft spot for frogs and tadpoles.  I don't know why, but as a kid I was always fascinated by catching frogs, or even better, catching tadpoles and watching them grow into frogs.  There was an awesome pond behind one of the elementary schools in Humboldt that always had an abundance of tadpoles in the late spring.  I had one batch that grew all the way into frogs and then either got picked off by a cat/bird, escaped, or drowned in the 5 gallon pail and my parents told me the escaped.  To this day I don't know what happened.

Anyway last week a co-worker pointed out this sad sad situation to me:

Look really closely and you will see a whole bunch of tadpoles fighting for their life as their puddle home shrinks by the hour!  It was the day I was leaving work so I didn't have a chance to save them, and the friend I delegated to save them said the puddle was dry by the time she got there at the end of the day.  SAD.  Those poor little guys never had a chance.

And so concludes my saddest blog post ever.  Even sadder (maybe) than when I couldn't find lime yogurt.

1 comment:

  1. I like your blog. My wifes name is Robin and it is incredible how much you have in common. I first visited your site because I thought it might be her "secret" blog. lol