Thursday, May 20, 2010
Lucky Frog Liberation
At the back of the store in the meat section they have live fish, live eels, live turtles and live frogs. It breaks my heart to go back there and usually I avoid that part of the store; although sometimes I am just curious enough to view the assorted body parts, such as chicken feet, that are sold in styrofoam packages. On this particular day, my brother, niece and son invited me to look over the live bullfrogs and choose which two I would like to liberate - to buy by the pound and take home to my pond.
The tiny container where the enormous bullfrogs were kept did not allow space for them to move about, much less swim. It was sad to peer in, knowing only two would be saved. Some did not look very healthy or even alive, but the two I chose were quite awake and seemingly not damaged in any way. My brother dealt with the butcher who put both of them into a small paper bag.
I held the bag in my hand and as my warmth began to reach the frogs, the bag began to jiggle. By the time we got to the checkout, they were bouncing about in the bag, trying to come out of the folded-down top. We put them on the conveyer belt and the bag moved up and down and the top started to open a bit, a frog appendage attempting to reach the open air. The checkout clerk made a gasping noise and put her hands to her face. She did not know what to charge us and had to find out the frog price per pound. I tried to explain that we were not going to eat them but instead to liberate them. She didn't care. She wanted those frogs off of her space, all two pounds of them - BIG FROGS!
Because frogs are wet and they pee everywhere, we decided to put the paper bag inside of a plastic one. It still gyrated as it sat on my brother's lap on the way home. Soon they would be free, ready to face the wilds of the backyard and the challenges of life in the pond.