Friday, July 22, 2016
If you look at the picture above, you'll probably be drawn to the flaming logs. But if you look on one of the rocks on the bottom left, you'll see a little critter. A frog.
That little frog jumped out from the fire pit rocks about fifteen minutes after we had started the bonfire. Apparently, we had disturbed its nap. If he was a smart little frog, he would have hopped far away. But no. He was not a smart frog.
When my son got up off of his chair to have a closer look, the stupid frog hopped back onto the rock, where you see him in the picture. He was heading for danger.
"Bubba," I said. "You're going to have to get away from the frog, or it's going to hop right into the fire."
"No, he isn't."
As soon as Bubba said that, the brainless amphibian hopped even closer.
"He's going to jump in!" my daughter shrieked.
"Back away," I said. "If he has space, maybe he'll figure it out."
It took a while, but the frog finally decided that being so close to the fire was not a good idea. It hopped off the hot rock into the nearby wood pile.
I think it needs to find a new home, or next time it's not going to be so lucky!