Barbequed Frog?!

The friend and the foe, the predator and the prey...

It all started when I was at the Willey's for dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. We were watching some lame show (I don't even remember the name it was so lame) and as I had promised, I began to make some yummy peanut butter cookies. Well Jonathan, as he is doing the dishes, suddenly says "hey Megan, if you go out and catch a frog I'll cook it for you." At first I was a little hesitant about this. 'Cook a frog? What has a frog ever done to me?' But then I thought it would be interesting to see if Jonathan actually would cook it. So, me and Julianna went out into the night searching for frogs.

Of course as soon as we took two steps out the door the chorus of frogs stopped. There were a few brave froggy souls that would let out a teasing croak, but not many, only in the far off distance could you hear croaks telling of the ensuing doom. Luckily for me, one of those brave froggy souls was near were I stood like a statue, a hunter waiting for the kill. I waited...he croaked...I moved a few steps closer and waited again. His croaks were fewer between the closer I got, but I had him now. Then the tale-telling sound of a splash. That was the end of him, he might as well have jumped into a pot of boiling water. He made a good run, but I caught him. Oh yes, I got the little guy. He actually was a good size, I did a little research to find out the proper name for this noted singer and decided he must be a Red-Legged Frog (Rana aurora.) Note the red legs. Some believe that the red legs are from some parasite, but no worries, they are totally fine.
See!!! The beast is vicious. That could have been my finger he chomped off!

Well Jonathan did not actually think that I would catch a frog at all, let alone with in 5 minutes. He put up a little fuss, but because he is a man of his word he agreed to cook it. We were not really sure about the best way to cook it. We eventually decided to go with the old 'put it in a pot and slowly turn up the heat' recipe. But then a voice from the back room shouted, "don't you dare cook that frog in my house, in my pot." So we had to go with the barbeque. I really couldn't wait for the barbeque to heat up, I almost ate him raw! As we started out the door my heart just went out to the little guy. I couldn't do it. Like I said earlier, "what has the frog done to me?" I gave him a little kiss before we let him go back into the wild just in case he was my prince. No luck. It was really Robin that saved Rana (that's his nickname) that night from a cruel and certain death, so any comments of heroism and animal-loving will have to go to her.

P.S. Jonathan agreed to make me something else later just because I did catch a frog so we will see what he makes...
But seriously, can't you just see the blood thirsty look in his eyes?