>Ugh, frogs always make me cry.
Somehow I ended up telling this story to my coworkers at the museum
yesterday, and while I told it, I remembered you making the above comment.
So, I figured I would tell it to you as well.
My husband works out of Louisiana. Every two weeks, he goes to work, and
stays gone for two weeks. Once in a while, I drive him to work for whatever
Last summer, I drove him to Louisiana. I usually just go there and back
straight, it takes about 12-14 hours. I stopped at his aunt's house, also
in Louisiana, to get some sleep this time though. Got up a couple of hours
later and was on my way. Before I got into my car, I noticed a green tree
frog sitting on my hood. I moved him off, into a tree, and embarked upon my
For anyone that has not been to Louisiana, particularly Southern Louisiana,
it's nothing but water, with the occasional patch of land. Bayous are as
prevalent as the road system and are basically intertwined. A lot of roads
are simply two laned, with about a foot or two of 'land' on the outer sides
of the road, and then nothing but bayou, on both sides. No emergency lane
So, there I am, driving along such a road, in a pretty depressed mood since
I was not going to see my husband for the next two weeks (he's been doing
this for eight years, I will never get used to him leaving). All of a
sudden, I notice movement towards the bottom left side of my windshield,
where the hood and the windshield meet. A frog pops his head out of the
crevice with a very distinct and clear "WTF is going on" look on his face.
The frog, trying to get away from the predicament, starts to climb up the
windshield to escape.
At this point, already in a bad mood, I am convinced that this frog will not
die as a result of my car. It is my mission to save this frog. I roll down
the window, thinking that I will be able to contort myself into a position
to be able to nab him off the front of the windshield. He was still towards
the crevice, but you could see his whole body scrunching from the force of
the wind on him. He's shaking around, and I'm trying not to kill myself.
Mind you, there is heavy on-coming traffic, as well as a big rig behind me,
and I can't pull over on the side of the road since it is non-existent. The
bayous on both sides of the roads make me nervous under normal
So, there is no way I can reach the frog from inside my car. At this point,
I am driving with one hand, the other hand stuck out my window, with my hand
up, so that if the frog makes a leap, and is blown my way, I might be able
to catch him. I was very upset at this point, but still determined I was
going to save this frog. I drive this way for two or three miles. Finally
I come to a point where the road has some land on the side.
I get out of the car, and at long last, I get my hands on the frog that I
have been trying to save for the last 30 or so minutes. I was so happy,
ecstatic really. I'm sitting there laughing and crying and talking the frog
that is now cupped in my hand. A sense of relief washed over me. It was
that very moment that the rescued frog jumped out of my hands, onto the
pavement, and was promptly run over by a car.
I cried. I cried and cried and cried. I sat on the side of the road, in my
car, crying. So, I say to you, cry over your frog, there is no shame in it.