The Joke is on Me

Yesterday afternoon, Carter and Owen came running into the house.

"Hey mom. We caught a HUGE bull frog. It is gigantic. You have to come see it."

Now, I have seen my fair share of frogs this summer as I have testified to in previous blogs, and I would even venture to say that some of them are almost pretty. The toads are all ugly, but some of the frogs are really not bad. So, I follow my boys out to the front porch where our neighbor, Ian, is standing with a bucket, surrounded by an army of other neighbor boys. He lifts the lid off the bucket, and I leaned over it to see a SNAKE!!!!

I jumped back and I think I let out a little scream, which sent all the boys laughing down the street. On to the next unsuspecting mom.