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And now it's Horrible Confessions Time for our overnight listenership: my new glasses have inadvertently caused the death of a small frog.
It wasn't exactly something that could have been helped; the frog was already sitting in the street when I got there, and god knows it's not as if drivers pay much attention to human-sized objects in their path as it is. But the frog might not have frozen if I hadn't turned towards it as I spotted it, and if it hadn't been looking at me instead of at oncoming traffic, or if the car hadn't stopped to let me cross in the first place, the frog might not have ended up right under the car's tire...
I'm still hearing the horrible little *pop*.
(This one night, Mum and I drove down a back road in the dark, and then we realized when we had to turn around that there were hundreds of frogs all over the road behind us and OMG there was no way to get out of there without squishing them because they were everywhere in the headlights and they sounded like BUBBLE-WRAP under the tires as we drove back out screaming... {cries})
All of a sudden this poor unlucky frog had gone from a cute little froggy-nosed lump of a spring-peeper to a pair of twitching legs attached to a tiny burst chest with the heart hanging out. Metaphor for life, one minute you're going along minding your amphibious business and then BAM, you're just a scrap of meat. So I picked what was left of it up and set it in the grass, because it seemed disrespectful to just leave it there to get completely flattened on the pavement.
I suppose the moral of this story may be that it's kind of a bad idea to sit in the road if you're a frog. But I walked the rest of the way home feeling very creeped-out, because, hell, it was disturbing to see and hear something die like that, even if I wasn't already in a fragile frame of mind lately. I sort of wanted to find another frog and apologize to it. And I was so distracted I nearly got run over four times myself, which felt like karma.
It wasn't exactly something that could have been helped; the frog was already sitting in the street when I got there, and god knows it's not as if drivers pay much attention to human-sized objects in their path as it is. But the frog might not have frozen if I hadn't turned towards it as I spotted it, and if it hadn't been looking at me instead of at oncoming traffic, or if the car hadn't stopped to let me cross in the first place, the frog might not have ended up right under the car's tire...
I'm still hearing the horrible little *pop*.
(This one night, Mum and I drove down a back road in the dark, and then we realized when we had to turn around that there were hundreds of frogs all over the road behind us and OMG there was no way to get out of there without squishing them because they were everywhere in the headlights and they sounded like BUBBLE-WRAP under the tires as we drove back out screaming... {cries})
All of a sudden this poor unlucky frog had gone from a cute little froggy-nosed lump of a spring-peeper to a pair of twitching legs attached to a tiny burst chest with the heart hanging out. Metaphor for life, one minute you're going along minding your amphibious business and then BAM, you're just a scrap of meat. So I picked what was left of it up and set it in the grass, because it seemed disrespectful to just leave it there to get completely flattened on the pavement.
I suppose the moral of this story may be that it's kind of a bad idea to sit in the road if you're a frog. But I walked the rest of the way home feeling very creeped-out, because, hell, it was disturbing to see and hear something die like that, even if I wasn't already in a fragile frame of mind lately. I sort of wanted to find another frog and apologize to it. And I was so distracted I nearly got run over four times myself, which felt like karma.