Dead frog day
After I shifted my car into park this morning, turned off the engine and stepped out into the parking lot of the agency where I've been working lately, I looked down and noticed a frog. A dead frog.
It was clearly dead, though not flattened, as you might expect a frog to be in a parking lot. It was newly dead, as the heat of recent days hadn't done it any harm. I reenacted the route my car must have traveled to park in its spot, and decided that my car couldn't have done the deed.
But after the split second it took me to perform those calculations, I wondered: is this an omen? What might a dead frog mean? What might this day hold?
And then, just as quickly, I thought: There are frogs here! I must go on a frog hunt one of these days!
After work the frog was still there, worse for the wear but still not flattened. I hope he is scaveneged this weekend so he doesn't sit there and rot forever on the asphalt.
It was clearly dead, though not flattened, as you might expect a frog to be in a parking lot. It was newly dead, as the heat of recent days hadn't done it any harm. I reenacted the route my car must have traveled to park in its spot, and decided that my car couldn't have done the deed.
But after the split second it took me to perform those calculations, I wondered: is this an omen? What might a dead frog mean? What might this day hold?
And then, just as quickly, I thought: There are frogs here! I must go on a frog hunt one of these days!
After work the frog was still there, worse for the wear but still not flattened. I hope he is scaveneged this weekend so he doesn't sit there and rot forever on the asphalt.
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