Thursday, March 22, 2012
This is stabbin' weather!
You gotta love Chicago. Every year, when the warm weather comes along and the temperatures spike--so does the murder rate. This past weekend was no exception--we broke all records for high temps and....well...murders.
I love the afternoon guy on the radio, he was talking about how ridiculous it was that people kill each other when it's warm. And while I can't do his bit justice, I'll just tell you that he was right on when he said "This is stabbin' weather!" Yep. Like knives don't go in as easy when it's cold? Sheesh. People are idiots, aren't they?
So, now I start my day with that thought...."This is stabbin' weather!" And it makes me laugh. And a little bit nervous.
Along with all those stabbin's, I've got the frogs on my mind this week. While it's all lovely-like outside, it's just a bit too early for the frogs. I think they are all warmed up and looking for food--and I'm really hoping the bugs have warmed up and come out of hiding too. If we are gonna do this Spring thing so early, then, let's get on with it!
This whole frog death thing has got me in a tizzy too. After I was all sad and had a nice funeral for the frog friend the other day, I went out later to find all 4 of my frogs sitting there looking at me like "What the hell was that?" Yeah,well, I don't know.
So, there I was, all boo-hooing and looking some icky 'ole frog over to figure out how and why it died.....and it's not even my frog??? Criminy. I still don't know what the heck killed the thing.
There is lots I don't know about frogs, because apparently folks don't do a lot of research on LIVE frogs--they just dissect them in grade school to see their insides. But why don't we study how they live and die?? I can't find much info on this stuff, so I'm left to my own accord on this.
With what little I do know, I know that they don't typically die, bloat, and float at the surface of the water. Frogs sink and die. Period. You don't find them floating...ever.
Well...until this weekend.
So, now I'm left with a bloated frog with his tongue out--and no cause of death. No wounds, no marks, no frog blood. I'm left with two conclusions: 1) This was a visiting male and there was an all-out frog battle for territory or 2) This guy came along and tried to eat a bird and died in the process. (There were feathers in the water). I have a third theory that my neighbor tossed a dead frog in my pond, but I don't think she throws that well.
So, I dunno. My frogs are all accounted for--including my big male who croaks me to sleep each night. I have absolutely no idea who the carcass was or how he died. I have all kinds of theories....
but, remember.....it's stabbin' weather.