Gross, gross, gross!!
I can handle mice.
I can handle rats.
I can handle lizards.
I can handle cockroaches.
I can handle snakes.
I can handle tarantulas.
I can handle flying green leaf shaped bugs that smell funny.
I can handle a lot more than your average woman, with two minor exceptions: Dead things and Haitian frogs.
I can kill a mouse, a cockroach, a snake or a tarantula without fear, but once it's dead I'm not going near it! A lizard on my bedroom wall doesn't faze me, but a dead one in the closet makes me run for the door. Strange I know...but dead things just freak me out!
Haitian frogs on the other hand have me running around screaming like a scared little girl. I specify Haitian frogs because Canadian frogs have never really bothered me, except that one time in grade 8 when Ben Lanteigne kicked a frog and it came flying right for my face! Haitian frogs are a whole other ball game. They are the kind of frogs you would see in the Toronto zoo. They always look wet and slimy and have giant suction cup toes. You never see them until they're like a foot from your face, and they always wait until you don't think they're going to do anything to jump right at you! They're just so unpredictable. I hate them, I really do. Especially after what just happened.
I'm trying my best not to throw up as I write this. Gross. Gross. Gross. I went down to make sure the hose has been shut off properly in my front yard just a few minutes ago. I noticed that the hose had a bit of a kink in it and reached out to fix it. Big mistake. Something wet hit me in the face. I thought the hose had somehow sprayed me, but then I felt something wet and heavy land on my shoulder. When I turned my head the nasty ball of frog slim jumped off in the other direction. It was in that moment I realized what had just happened and I started to scream. A nasty slimy frog had just smacked me in the face, landed on my shoulder long enough to leave a muddy foot print and jumped off into the wilderness. Gross. Gross. Gross.
I've already washed it off twice, but I am thinking I need to go and scrub my face with sandpaper or something. Gross. Gross. Gross. Oh, I really hate Haitian frogs!!
Peace, love and grossness,
Rachel
I can handle rats.
I can handle lizards.
I can handle cockroaches.
I can handle snakes.
I can handle tarantulas.
I can handle flying green leaf shaped bugs that smell funny.
I can handle a lot more than your average woman, with two minor exceptions: Dead things and Haitian frogs.
I can kill a mouse, a cockroach, a snake or a tarantula without fear, but once it's dead I'm not going near it! A lizard on my bedroom wall doesn't faze me, but a dead one in the closet makes me run for the door. Strange I know...but dead things just freak me out!
Haitian frogs on the other hand have me running around screaming like a scared little girl. I specify Haitian frogs because Canadian frogs have never really bothered me, except that one time in grade 8 when Ben Lanteigne kicked a frog and it came flying right for my face! Haitian frogs are a whole other ball game. They are the kind of frogs you would see in the Toronto zoo. They always look wet and slimy and have giant suction cup toes. You never see them until they're like a foot from your face, and they always wait until you don't think they're going to do anything to jump right at you! They're just so unpredictable. I hate them, I really do. Especially after what just happened.
I'm trying my best not to throw up as I write this. Gross. Gross. Gross. I went down to make sure the hose has been shut off properly in my front yard just a few minutes ago. I noticed that the hose had a bit of a kink in it and reached out to fix it. Big mistake. Something wet hit me in the face. I thought the hose had somehow sprayed me, but then I felt something wet and heavy land on my shoulder. When I turned my head the nasty ball of frog slim jumped off in the other direction. It was in that moment I realized what had just happened and I started to scream. A nasty slimy frog had just smacked me in the face, landed on my shoulder long enough to leave a muddy foot print and jumped off into the wilderness. Gross. Gross. Gross.
I've already washed it off twice, but I am thinking I need to go and scrub my face with sandpaper or something. Gross. Gross. Gross. Oh, I really hate Haitian frogs!!
Peace, love and grossness,
Rachel
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