Lizzy .5

08/26/04 10:26 am


OK this is an old date, but I've been told to kick my journal off with it because it so sums up the idiocy of my world. Day began with a knock on my door at 8:00 a.m., a neighbor child was standing on my porch with a dead frog and big tears...in her nightgown. "Hoppy died." Yep, I see that Molly. I stave back all the comments that I have issued throughout the last 2 days, as she hasn't put this frog down since she found him. Pleas of "what if his mom is looking for him and going nuts?" , "maybe his family was getting together for a celebration tonight, and he's missing it?", "he might miss his kids"...nothing would deter her from keeping that frog as her pet. Am I prepared for an impromptu frog funeral at 8 am? No, I'm not, I'm actually kind of running late this morning, but she has a spoon in her hand, so apparently thats what she's here for. So we set to the interrment of Hoppy. "I'll be right back", she says, running off with the spoon. I wait to begin the prayer. She runs back with another dead frog, then off again, and back with a half of a lizard. "This is Lizzy, let's put them all in the same grave." I have no clue where she exhumed these guys from, but its somewhere nearby. I REALLY don't want to know what happened to the half lizard which I'm praying over now...I haven't even had breakfast yet, dammit. The service was completed. She's not over the jacking with nature thing though...I've done well with my own kid...she can pick them up and play with them, but you always set them back down, where she found them, so they can find their family again. That's important to frogs, I think.