The boys left at sunrise this morning for a fishing trip with Dan. So what are we girls doing home alone with the babies? Curling our hair? Painting our toenails? Whispering and giggling as we sip tall glasses of iced tea?
Nope. We’re catching bullfrogs.
Just moments ago, Kateri came racing back to the house. Breathlessly, she informed me that she had caught the “biggest frog anyone has ever seen.” I thought that she must be exaggerating, but when I peeked into her bucket, a monstrous and muscular amphibian leaped toward me. It surely was the biggest frog I have ever seen. And ever care to see for that matter.
My poor daughter nearly collapsed with disappointment when I informed her that the boys had taken both of our cameras when they left this morning. Alas! No way to record her prize catch!
It consoled her a bit when I offered to help take the beast’s measurements. Kateri gripped the frog firmly. Tentatively, I held an orange school ruler near its massive body, green and gleaming in the morning sunshine. He studied me warily with an unblinking eye.
Dutifully, on a piece of lined paper, I recorded the frog’s stats: 4 inches wide and 10 inches long. Such girly fun.