It just so happens I am a bit too swamped to write a coherent post right now.
Now, not wanting to leave my readers hanging for a whole month (what with me liking my readers and such) I figured I would drop by and talk about frogs.
Why frogs you ask? You shall see.
Many moons ago my family would get together every year for a Memorial day weekend camping trip. It may not have been every year, but gimme a break this was like 30 years or more ago.
Anyhow, I have no idea why we decided on that weekend. I must have missed the meeting when we discussed it, or I was doing big important things like watching loony tunes or possibly cleaning my room, something.
Even at that age I would have pointed out that in Indiana (where we lived at the time) Memorial Day falls into one of two distinct seasons depending on the year. By those I mean the “winter does not feel like being over yet” season or the “winter is over, time for thunderstorms” season.
Had I made the meeting I would have suggested either January or July, at least I would have known what to expect each year. Yes I know, what does this have to do with frogs? Patience grasshopper, I’ll get there.
Well the last year that I remember us going, in fact the single trip I remember the most, it decided that it wanted both seasons. In the finest traditions of bad camping weather nature took the best of both worlds, deciding to be cold and wet at the same time.
Now this made for a really fun camping experience, really it was great. Nothing like having a nice chilly rain falling all weekend long to make your folks want to throw you in a the lake. I got to talk and play with Lego’s, and talk, and read, oh, and did I mention talking? Being a kid I really didn’t mind it much at all.
Now, after a good long day of being cooped up with me my folks actually let me set up my own little tent a little away from theirs. In an effort to keep the ten year old me entertained we set my small tent down by the lake, perhaps fifteen feet or so from it on a little rise. I propped up my little awning and fished right out the door.
I was doing well enough fishing down there that I talked my folks into letting me keep my tent there so I would not have to move it to fish again the next day. Well that night it rained, and rained, a long pounding soaking rain that was just everywhere. That kind where everything is damp no matter how hard you try to stay dry.
It rained so hard the seals failed on my parents tent, turning it from a damp shelter into a retention pond. In an effort to stay dry mom and dad split up to find a dry places to sleep. My uncle had enough room for one in his tent and dad went there, Mom came over to my little two person tent to wait out the rain.
This is where it gets interesting. You see, apparently mom forgot to zip up the bottom of the door when she came in. We both curled up in our sleeping bags and went back to sleep for the rest of the night.
Well apparently frogs, in this case big bullfrogs, don’t like being cold and wet and pounded with rain. Somehow I would have thought they would be fine in the rain, but I guess they had other ideas. Fortunately there was a relatively warm, dry place right by the lake.
So that is how I woke up to mom simply losing her mind, screaming so loud her dentures launched across the tent.
Laughing my fool head off in a tent full of frogs.