RodOutback
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- Nov 23, 2014
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Hmmm........ Does anyone know of a good frog therapist??
Mrs Fat Frog (image attached) has pulled the same stunt 3 times in the past fortnight, and about 5 times total over the past 6 weeks.
[I probably also should mention that Mrs Fat Frog is actually a wild frog, but very much enjoys the bathing jars, and any choice moths I might wave under her nose...]
She likes to sleep away the day; just up in the roof above the bathing jars(likes to be able to rehydrate as needed..), and up beside the roof of the coldroom. There are lots of little nooks and crannies up in there; left over from when the house internal guttering was superseded by a roof that was actually designed by a builder BEFORE he built it!(amazing thought, that...)
So, Mrs Fat Frog has her favourite spot, which seems to be a kind of narrow gap between some of the wooden roof structure.
The trouble is, there are a LOT of splintery bits of wood up there.
So, during the day, Mrs Fat Frog moves around a bit, and ends up with a splinter in her bum.
In her mind, this means she is being eaten by a snake, and so she screams her little lungs out.
For something barely 4 inches long, she has great lungs!
So, for the third time this fortnight, Roddy ends up perched on a small ladder, and feeling around(VERY gingerly in case it IS a snake..) above his head, to rescue the poor frog.
So, Mrs fat Frog sees the big hand of Roddy descending, and all her worst horrors are confirmed.
[Large hands apparently feature a lot in Frog Nightmares..]
She then moves into 'Super-Scream' mode, and nearly causes Roddy to fall off his bloody stepladder.
She also tries terribly hard at wriggling around to evade the hand of death, while continuing to scream for all she's worth. Unfortunately, the wriggling causes the imaginary snake to bite even harder, and we end up with a self-feeding loop...
EVENTUALLY, Roddy grabs hold of a chubby little green forearm, and drags the sod out(still screaming), removes any remaining bum splinters, and plonks her in the bathing jars.
Note the accusatory glare.... APPARENTLY, it's somehow all MY fault!
3 freaking times in the past fortnight!
[One might ask why doesnt Roddy simply LEAVE the screaming frog to her own devices??
Survival of the fittest; Call of the wild, and all that??
The answer is that the FIRST time around, when I attempted this option, I endured a good 2 hours of intermittent screaming, before finding the noise was getting to me...]
The Chinese(??) curse "May you live in interesting times" was apparently written with me in mind...
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Cheers,
Rod...Out Back
Mrs Fat Frog (image attached) has pulled the same stunt 3 times in the past fortnight, and about 5 times total over the past 6 weeks.
[I probably also should mention that Mrs Fat Frog is actually a wild frog, but very much enjoys the bathing jars, and any choice moths I might wave under her nose...]
She likes to sleep away the day; just up in the roof above the bathing jars(likes to be able to rehydrate as needed..), and up beside the roof of the coldroom. There are lots of little nooks and crannies up in there; left over from when the house internal guttering was superseded by a roof that was actually designed by a builder BEFORE he built it!(amazing thought, that...)
So, Mrs Fat Frog has her favourite spot, which seems to be a kind of narrow gap between some of the wooden roof structure.
The trouble is, there are a LOT of splintery bits of wood up there.
So, during the day, Mrs Fat Frog moves around a bit, and ends up with a splinter in her bum.
In her mind, this means she is being eaten by a snake, and so she screams her little lungs out.
For something barely 4 inches long, she has great lungs!
So, for the third time this fortnight, Roddy ends up perched on a small ladder, and feeling around(VERY gingerly in case it IS a snake..) above his head, to rescue the poor frog.
So, Mrs fat Frog sees the big hand of Roddy descending, and all her worst horrors are confirmed.
[Large hands apparently feature a lot in Frog Nightmares..]
She then moves into 'Super-Scream' mode, and nearly causes Roddy to fall off his bloody stepladder.
She also tries terribly hard at wriggling around to evade the hand of death, while continuing to scream for all she's worth. Unfortunately, the wriggling causes the imaginary snake to bite even harder, and we end up with a self-feeding loop...
EVENTUALLY, Roddy grabs hold of a chubby little green forearm, and drags the sod out(still screaming), removes any remaining bum splinters, and plonks her in the bathing jars.
Note the accusatory glare.... APPARENTLY, it's somehow all MY fault!
3 freaking times in the past fortnight!
[One might ask why doesnt Roddy simply LEAVE the screaming frog to her own devices??
Survival of the fittest; Call of the wild, and all that??
The answer is that the FIRST time around, when I attempted this option, I endured a good 2 hours of intermittent screaming, before finding the noise was getting to me...]
The Chinese(??) curse "May you live in interesting times" was apparently written with me in mind...
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Cheers,
Rod...Out Back
Maybe if you carpeted her "room" she wouldn't get splinters in her bum? She's probably posting about landlord issues on another forum....
