I Don't Understand How To Use This

Well....I have officially read all of your posts so far. And honestly Amin, it has been about three days since you left. At least pretend it is a long weekend for a while before you get all depressed and anxious.  As I said earlier, this weekend was crazy, and I don't think I will ever be able to fully explain everything that happened  there.  The most entertaining thing that happened (from an observer's perspective) was when we made a few attempts to catch a bullfrog. 

Attempt # 1: Kate and I discovered, while exploring, that there was a very nice, deceivingly shallow pond near the woody side of the ranch.  This pond was full of bullfrogs giving us the evil eye as they floated around in the muck.  Through trial and error, we discovered that bullfrogs can be lured in a certain direction by throwing sticks near them.....A few hours later we were equipped with a net, a 12 year old and a 14 year old.  And some sticks.  I managed to catch a big one with the net, (after falling halfway into the pond and nearly killing myself- seriously that thing had no bottom). We disentangled a very flustered looking frog and sent Kate and Donny (age 12) running to find a bucket.  I poured water on the toad to "keep him from getting too dry" and Kate came back with a small bucket.  Yet all great things must come to an end-frogs are very slippery, and after a lot of screaming and jumping and water, everywhere- we no longer had our bullfrog, which we had named Bob.

Attempt #2: So a few hours later things got a bit more complicated. We wanted to get another one.  Lets just say that this attempt involved rotten boards, reeds, a leaky canoe that was used as a plank, a lot of mud and these creepy black bugs that crawled onto our legs when we "were in" the water. Also we had to dodge this sprinkler that was making its rounds for the fireworks later that night.  Eventually we gave up on trying to stay dry, and we had no toad.

Attempt # 3: So after recruiting two new members to the Frog Catching Clique (ages 16 and 18) Kate and these two odd fellows and I decided that a leaky canoe was no thing to be scared by, and soon enough we were the middle of the pond.  It was so full of weeds that we were able to use the net and a rotten board as paddles.  I sort of leaned of the front part and lunged at any frogs that got to close.  After almost tipping the boat over several times, we were again soaked by the sprinkler, and were frog-less.  There was a lot of cussing.  

So the moral of the story is that frogs are truly the better organism, and people get inventive when they have a goal. Not much of a moral....

 Miss you.

-Geena