I love frogs. It was a surprise even to me. The year I was waiting for my bar exam results, two of my best girlfriends took me to a little town in California called Murphys. It’s a wonderful place to eat, shop and wine taste. But, Murphys is also known for its frogs (or, more specifically, its frog-jumping contest). In one of the many shops we visited to kill the s l o w e s t day ever, I found a ceramic frog with huge eyes that I immediately found comforting – the way a child might find comfort in a teddy bear.
But up until yesterday, my experience with frogs was limited to the kind that croak that throaty ribbit people who live near golf courses know and hate. (Yeah, I’m talking to you, G.) Then, I saw and heard this:
He’s like a real-life squeak toy. And, the juxtaposition of that adorable squeak with his puffy posturing is so stinkin’ cute. I mean terrifying. (Sorry, dude. I mean cute. It can’t be helped.)
You can learn more about desert rain frogs at The Eco-LOL-ogist (which is a great blog if you like science-y type stuff or need a not-so-boring-you-want-stick-a-pencil-in-your-eye resource for a research paper).