I remember frogs -- feeding them, caring for them pressing that spot on the base of their spines...
Small frogs, caught by the creek cupped for a moment, captive, fluttering released open-hand.
Huge store-bought bullfrogs kept in shaded back-of-garage aquariums.
I don't remember naming them. But I do remember holding them close looking down
their slimy skin soaking up against my shirt
and it wasn't gross at all.
the most delicious frogs’ legs my french colleague and i ever ate were in a restaurant near angkor wat, cambodia. frogs were everywhere to be found, including yummy ones on the plate. appetizing and not gross at all.
“If a frog had wings, it wouldn’t bump its ass so much.”
—Robert Altman
wouldn’t end up on the plate as much, either.