Bullfrog flattened!
No, it wasn’t Goliath. No, it wasn’t Bad Froggy either. It was one of the other three. How do I know? Goliath sat on the bench rock begging for worms after I found the dead frog in the alley. Bad Froggy is our only singer and I heard him later too.
The hadn’t-as-yet-been-named bullfrog was probably heading to the cemetery to hunt. After all, it was raining and the nightcrawlers were plentiful. I’d gone out there to pick up a few to feed the fish and Goliath.
I found his almost Goliath sized body in the alley near the cemetery fence. It was frogicide. It wasn’t an accidental killing. From the position of the body, you could tell that the only way someone would’ve hit him was if they’d aimed their car for it. A hit and run driver took him out. The poor frog never did anyone any harm. All he wanted was to fill his belly with worms on a rainy night.
Posted on April 17, 2010, in My blog, my garden, Writer, Writing and tagged Author, Beads, Bones, books, Books on writing, Bull Terriers, Care giving, Caregiver, Craft of writing, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Gardening, Gardens, Home, Life, Love, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Murder, Mysteries, Mystery, Novel writing, Pond, Ponds, Writer, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Doggonedmysteries 
I’m glad it wasn’t Goliath but sad that it was a hit and run frogicide killing. People are so ignorant when it comes to creatures like that. Frogs love flies as much as worms and keeping the fly population down is a good thing, imo. RIP froggy.
Our yard is almost a fly free zone…or is that a no fly zone?
oh no it’s the FSI (Frog Scene Investigation) you never know the Frog might have been depressed & couldn’t take it anymore LOL
Naw, it was a frogicide, pure and simple.
Did Mr. Frog look both ways before he ventured across the alley? If he didn’t then, I’m sorry, he must assume some responsibility for his untimely demise.
And a hopping frog can stop a whole hell of a lot faster than a car–even one going only 15 miles an hour. If he’d only waited a second for the car to pass, if he hadn’t been in such a mad rush to get to the gravestone buffet, he wouldn’t have ended up a froggie pancake.
Yeah well, I think I overheard a few flies talking about an order of frog legs…turn about is fair play?
I thought you had a no fly zone…. After all, you do still have 4 other frogs keeping the airways free of pesky flies. Unless, those flies you overheard were the Mafia Fly brothers trying to move into the territory now that there was one less froggie to worry about. If that’s true, word sure traveled fast.
Flies live fast and die young so yeah, word traveled quickly.