by My family tolerates my addiction to TV quiz shows. I have no real excuse for it; most of the trivia I absorb from those mindless hours passes straight through the open windows of my mind into the firmament beyond, but some things stick.
For instance: today I learned that frogs have teeth!
That stuck!
I mean, some frogs are quite big, aren’t they? Suppose they all got together, or something?
Draining the pond would become a completely different proposition.
All those childhood hours spent by the side of the stream with my jar, happily catching tadpoles, little knowing what danger I was in?
Imagine the embarrassment, having to check in to casualty with a bad case of frog bite! Maybe that’s why the statistical evidence is so difficult to track down. Perhaps that’s why no serious cases have been reported – yet.
But I believe in evolution. I believe Mr. Darwin got it right. And out there, somewhere in the darkness, frogs are evolving. They are coming to avenge their children. The night of the lily-pad is drawing near….
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Sounds like an interesting premise for your next novel. 😉
I’m so sorry–your blog appears to be one of those WordPress unfollowed for me. This happened last month, and I had hoped I caught everyone. But I guess not. Thanks to your ‘like’ on my post yesterday, I thought, “Hmm, haven’t seen a post from Monsieur Anderson for a while.” I popped over, and sure enough, I was no longer following you. I have rectified that now. I’m going to sic some dentulous frogs on the little WordPress demon that messed up my reader…
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Ah, WordPress – a nest of demons! Welcome back, Carrie. I just thought I’d got lost amongst your hundreds, nay thousands of followers. Have a great week, and don’t let the Google-bugs bite!
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