Why I Hate And Fear Frogs

I was more an indoor than outdoor cat as a kid. I didn't mind going outside but I had my limits. I was more likely to run from a snake and be the last one to touch one that someone else has picked up. At night, out at the family farm, I was always fearful of everything that made noise in the dark, especially the frogs.

Living on the farm meant that we only had two channels for weeks at a time. After a long day out in the heat there was nothing more fun than the late night movie. I fought hard to stay awake long enough to catch the mayhem and mosters that they showed nightly on our local stations.

That was until I saw FROGS. Since then I have not been a fan of these amphibians. In the movie they get louder and louder as they come closer to the house and that meant bad things were about to happen. To this day if I hear the frogs I listen to insure that they are keeping their distance. In Australia, where the frogs are really vocal, I often slept with my sandals on in case I had to walk the house in the dark. There was no way I was taking the chance to step on the frogs with my bare feet.

My sister had to have two computers repaired because little frogs got into the machines and were fried to death by the electronics. I have no interest in smelling dead frogs as I surf for pictures.