Frogger = Ew

I have had several things to take me for a drive in the night recently. Birthday celebrations, babies being born, just hanging out, whatever. Since we moved out this country way, I have noticed many new bugs and even a woodpecker that if I'd had binoculars to confirm, would have sworn it was the illusive ivory-billed woodpecker. However, I can't make that claim, even though I'd like to. So, why haven't I ever noticed how many kamikaze frogs there are that hop to their death in front of my car these past two years?

They don't seem to mind paved or gravel road deaths. I've become frustrated at the "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes, because I believe those jokes should have been about frogs. There is a specific childhood memory I have of playing the original Frogger video game in the bowling alley at Fairfield Bay, while my Dad would play Galactica and my brother would play Tron. However, I never really thought through that game and why they made frogs that hop over logs, moving cars or lily pads to their death.

Now I get it. They really are stupid little amphibians. Or should I say, eager? Anyhow, I counted the other night how many I saw jumping in front of me in my headlights and it got up to four frogs that I saw trying to cross the road. I can only hope that the number that actually hopped in front of my actual tire was far fewer than that. I was afraid to look at my tires when I got home and could just picture Thomas, my three-year o-d, seeing smashed frog legs poking out of my front tire. Ew.