(there were no frogs harmed in the post of this blog)
Throughout my drive home from work tonight, I must have seen a dozen or more frogs hopping across the road. Why is it that the old riddle speaks of chickens crossing the road?? I have never, ever seen a chicken cross the road. It's always frogs (and sometimes caterpillars). I do try to not run over them. It's hard tho, they're hopping, hopping, hopping. I wonder....where are they going? Some hop from the left to the right, while others are hopping from the right to the left. It's not like there's been a big frog conference and they decided that they all needed to live on the West side of the road, except for the ones that hit their snooze button (more than once), overslept and missed the meeting. And these are country frogs. You'd think that once their sticky, little foot pads hit the asphalt, they would notice that it's foreign ground and turn around and go back to familiar surroundings. But no! They keep. on. going. What are they looking for? If it's more bugs...how do they know there's more on the other side? They don't. But they are taking the chance. Whatever it is that's calling them, they are listening. They are not stagnant. I might take a lesson from the frogs.
I am assuming they are going toward something and not running away from something, lol
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