This week saw to the unfortunate fate of moving seats from the back of the biology lab to a spot directly under the teacher’s nose. I guess this is what microorganisms under microscopes feel like, what with having a magnified pair of eyes glued to your face, your answers [or lack thereof] in full view.
Defeated, I accepted my new dwelling. Wondering, what on earth probed me to take this bloody subject (caught the pun? No? Okay.)
…Back in the days when I thought photosynthesis was a process involving flashing camera’s and attractive looking plants, I had a mischievous neighbour. One afternoon while swimming, he dived deep into the depths of our shallow splash pool-or bathtub as is more appropriate for it’s dimensions. Soon after he emerged with his phalanges clamped around some sort of jumpy object. As I went closer his caged clasp flew open and unleashed a slimy, slobbery, scabrous, sand papery though smooth animate being. I know this because its texture had a make out session with my face. Yes, I’ve had a mouth to mouth make out session with a caecilian croaker , unfortunately this frog didn’t metamorphose into Price Charming. Therefore, regarding the fate of frogs, fairy tales are fibs.
Compelled by chagrin due to the fact that we wouldn’t be returning this Prince to a palace and I’d remain a princess with a permanent unchanging frog (who was a terrible kisser might I add).We opted for a carton and a freezer. Now in case you were considering it, putting a forg in a container in a mini iceland and remembering it 3 weeks later isn’t a wise idea. For one, he did not decompose. He swelled up and if your neigbour’s anything like mine, the poor frog will become a football.
Reverting back to the point, this uninformed experiment led to biology becoming a suitable subject choice. Morose to report that it’s been two years and our scalpels remain perfectly polished and free of frog poison.
This wave of nostalgia washed over me today as I stepped out of the car, tripped over the flat ground, which saw to my biology text book taking a graceful ballerina spin and landing on something squishy. When I went to retrieve it I was met with the petrified statue of a frozen frog. Looks like mother nature decided to teach these amphibians a lesson, what can I say? They just can’t seem to stay away.
Kisses
_Quixotic Novelist