last night my sister and I went for a walk out at NorthLakes. All was well until we began to reach our turn around point. I knew! I just knew that that little bump in the sidewalk was a frog. I can't tell you how I knew from afar because I coudln't really see it but my instincts were correct! As we approached "the bump" I could see it's little bitty eyes staring at me! EWWW! it gives me the heebie geebies just thinking about it!!
Well, as I danced past it I was surprised by another frog on my right. I walked faster past that one only to find another one hopping past me just a few feet in front! They were EVERYWHERE!!! I was hysterical by this point screaming and jumping around like a dumb little girl! I don't even know how many were out there but one is more than enough for my sanity. I even accidental scratched my sister in the process. (Sorry, Mita!!)
I don't process well in a panic. Instead of retreating and heading back to the safety of my parked car I continued walking!! Only to later realize once we reached our turn around point that I had to RE-WALK through the butt load of FROGS!!! I was NOT OK! My sister was trying to talk some sense into me but I could hardly hear her rational ideas because she was laughig so hard! We decided the best way to get through the death trap would be just to jog through them because this girl wasn't going to be just walking! I didn't even give her a heads up before I started down the path. I picked up pace and started RUNNING!! Midway through the ordeal I'd started screaming as they (the damn frogs) started jumping toward me. I'm still traumatized!
If you want a good laugh just ask my sister to reenact this scene for you. I'm positive she'll be more than willing. She's a jerk-face.
FYI I survived and made it back to my car. I'm still not OK. And, I'm thinking I'll be sticking to the treadmill for the next few months.