Sanity took his first life tonight. That didn't have an exo skeloton anyways. It's been pouring buckets here today and I let Nee out around 8:30. He was nosing around one of my grandmother's barrels that she has flowers in. Since he likes to eat them, I just yelled at him and continued with my phone convo (Bad mommy) He still wouldn't leave them alone so I dragged him inside. Then he starts fussing and doing this kangaroo hop thing. He didn't go potty last time so I let him out again. AGAIN he's sniffing at the flowers so I figure "Screw it" and if he eats some, so be it (NOTHING poisonous, I looked it up before I let my Grandmother plant them). He starts bending down and popping his head back up and going around the planter, continuing to pop his head up. I see a little frog hopping towards me for dear life, Sanity's butt in the air, wiggling...... "SANITY RUFUS NO!!!!!!!!!" Too late. He squashed the poor little frog, leaving the patio looking like a biology class disection that was interupted by a fire drill. There are frog guts everywhere. I thought of taking care of poorly departed froggy (After I got Sanity inside because he wanted to recycle the little bugger), but hopefully something comes in the middle of the night and eats him. If not I'll hose it down tomorrow.
Rest in Peace little Froggy.
Ang
