Oh, the measurements of life and death can be so infinitesimal and often not seen. The other morning, the air was quite chilly, in the 30’s. So, I decided a fire was in order to take the chill off. First the kindling, then the tinder, then the very dry, seasoned wood for a popping, crackling, smell good time.
I went to the wood pile and removed the top few pieces that looked suitable for making kindling. As I pulled the pieces away, I noticed a very sawdust covered splotch atop the next piece down. I thought it ever so slightly moved. Yes, it did move or pulse! A mouse? A what? So covered in sawdust, it was hard to tell. I scraped the creature into my left hand and then set it down on a bench.
I scraped away the gunk and fluff. And there sat Leapy the Frog (It is a long story of my children traumatized by Dad returning ‘Leapy’ the Frog back to the lake side vegetation rather than taking him home from a camping trip). I grabbed my nearby camera and snapped a few blurry shots and then I once again returned Leapy the Frog to the wet, boggy environment of the lake side.
SwittersB & Exploring 
Refresh me on the original Leapy story soon!
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I take heart that your development has not been arrested. Obviously the toll upon you was minimal…given you were the most outspoken!!!! Of course, you were only 3.
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That actually was a very emotional Sumner….
Tony, age 4 or 5, proudly captured a darling spider in a jar! Both kids were devastated at my idea to let their pet spider get some fresh air because it’s “nap” was lasting too long! You came home to both kids crying because I let their spider go in the bushes and he disappeared! We then went camping and you further devastated them when you released their next pet, Leapy!
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Lucky Leapy found himself in the hands of a kind soul…
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