There are some very special people I call friends. Here are some fond memories.
The perfect Mimi – Many years ago my friend and I had lunch together. As I climbed into her car I noticed a smell. Because I am such a sensitive and caring person I said, “Something stinks in here!” We looked around. We found a French fry, a cheese curl, a half-eaten candy bar and the culprit – a baby bottle with curdled milk! It had rolled under the seat when she had her grandkids. I won’t forget that smell.
Ninja pond lady – I have small pond (5’ x 11’) in my yard. My pond friend advised me along with way. In our area they are a popular outdoor feature like a fire pit or jungle gym.
I bought fish. Then I bought tadpoles, plants, more tadpoles, water lilies, more tadpoles, etc. My horny fish populated themselves easily but it took a while until the frogs installed their permanent mailboxes and took up residence. I was over the moon!
One night there was a very loud explosive “ribbit, ribbit” that went on all night. The beloved husband couldn’t sleep. Mr. Google said it was a bullfrog looking for action (they mate all summer). Bullfrogs are different from the little greenies I was stocking. They had used some froggy travel agency to find our pond.
They can be aggressive — eating fish and chipmunks so the bullfrog had to go. They aren’t stupid. They don’t sit out waiting for the Vegas bus to come along. The pond lady gave me frogging lessons. She brought a net with an extra long handle. I spent many nights sneaking around only to end up with nothing, nada, zilch. The pond lady come over at night.
We were like ninjas (two sweet older lady-like ninjas) creeping around in the dark. They (there were two bullfrogs) eluded us. (Fortunately the neighbors didn’t call the police.)
The frogs were caught when I cleaned out the pond and rehomed at a wonderful stream with spa facilities (for the frogs). No need for midnight stalking with a flashlight. They were caught in broad daylight. My pond lady was so proud of me!
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