Frogs in My World

Anne’s hand-painted frog quilt.

I have always loved frogs. If I remember correctly, when I was a very young child, my family ate frogs legs at a restaurant. And it was the last time I ever ate them. It was not because of the taste. Like chicken, they tasted good as I remember. But I fell in love with frogs at an early age, and if I had a close relationship with chickens, I would not eat them either.

We lived in El Paso, Texas in an average home except for one thing. When it would rain, the rain would create little puddles, and lo and behold, overnight the tiniest of frogs would appear in the mud and they could live their entire life cycle in the short time that mud puddle existed. When it would dry up, they would go back into the earth and continue to exist in a state of metamorphosis until the next rain storm. Although they were so tiny they could sit on one of my fingernails, they would croak so loud at night, I am sure frogs in the next county could hear them. Another interesting thing about frogs is that all of them have different sounds, and the sounds don’t seem dependent on their sizes.

I used to come out during the rain and get one of two, and attempt to raise them in large jars with water and a little mud so that I could watch them, and before the puddle would go away, I would return them to their home puddles, where they seemed right happy to return. I never did learn all their amazing secrets of their lives, the tadpoles that must have come, or what other things the did such as what they ate in those mud puddles.

One way or another, we would encounter frogs in my youth. In the summers, we often went with an elderly lady we called Grandma Gibbs, and she had a summer cabin in the mountains. My dad was away then I think in Okinawa before we would later join him. In the summertime, we would play out by a stream that was not so far from the cabin, and sometimes we would catch a frog, and examine it and then put it back. It was a magical time. I loved the soft moist feeling of the frogs, and they never tried to bite or anything that would scare a child. Sometimes we would hear them making their croaking noise in the rain, or in the evenings.

Still much later when I was a grown-up living on my own in a small mobile home in a little park in Lomita, CA, when builders in the blocks began to tear down an old farm that took up blocks and dug up the land and pond that existed there to build more large homes, first I found a desert tortoise walking down the street toward the storm drain, and I rescued him and had him for years and years. I took him to the vet when I first found him as he seemed very thin to me. The vet told me that he was very old, and he actually lived to be more than 80 years old, but that is another story.

I was working as a paraeducator substitute (by choice) in Torrance and Redondo Beach, CA and one day during this same time I came home from work, and I heard this little “Ribbit, ribbit” sound coming from somewhere in my side yard, or perhaps the back. I made the ribbit sound back to it, and then it made another ribbit sound, and this kept up for awhile. It started our little friendship, and this small fellow would make his little greeting every day when I would come home from work. I would always greet him back happily. And he too would make his happy noise in the late nights too. I have always loved the sounds of nature, and so I welcomed that and the noise of crickets in the night.

This part of the story doesn’t have a happy ending for a neighbor across the street did not like the little frog’s sound, so one day I came home from work and there was no happy sound to greet me. I never found my little frog friend, but neither will I ever forget him and how happy he made me feel.

A long time has gone, and though I no longer have any live frogs, I have ceramic, rubber, and other kinds of frogs in my home. Many ancient people believed they were a sign of good luck and prosperity, and a friend of mine told me to put some pennies in the mouth of a rubber frog and turn him toward my front door. Sure enough, the frog seems to have brought some financial blessings that literally seemed to come from out of the blue so to speak, totally unexpected.

I will always love and respect frogs of all sizes and types, even the uncommon types that are poisonous. This happens when creatures seem to need some form of protection or ability to catch prey to eat. In nature, there is always some reason why creatures become harmful to other creatures or human beings. And frogs are not found commonly today as they were once. Like many other creatures that are becoming more scarce over time, it may also be a symbol as the ancient peoples believed. Someday I dream of having a little pond with waterlilies and perhaps frogs and goldfish, and once again I will be able to hear that beautiful and peaceful sound from my bed at night in the summertime.

15 thoughts on “Frogs in My World

    1. It is always good to stay open minded to everything, even frogs. There are only a couple of types of frogs that might hurt you, but most are totally safe for us. I have known many different types of frogs, and they do feel strange to us, but so do some kinds of plants and even other types of creatures. It is a great mind opener to learn to become familiar with different things and to see what those things have to offer us in the way of knowledge. You may end up still not liking them the way I do, but at least you will know them and not feel disgusted or fearful of them. Thank you most kindly.

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  1. Lovely post Anne, I live your quilt. We often have frogs around , gentle creatures.
    By the way Anne I went to the drs, I still have symptoms, having some tests done. Thank you for urging me to go . πŸ’œ

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    1. Thank you for the sweet words, Willow, and I am so glad you have gone to the doctors. I knew you would have the symptoms still. Severe symptoms are never anything to ignore, even if you come to have a reputation for always worrying when you don’t feel well. Our bodies don’t lie to us. It is your body’s cry for help. I hope it is something that can be treated without too much difficulty. I have diverticulitis, and it can be very painful if it flares up, and that is why I remember. I will be keeping you in my prayers and thoughts. Anne

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  2. Great craft work! And while I’m not 100% fond of frogs, I recognize how important they are and hate to see people hurting them. A friend of mine has just adopted one as a travel companion after the frog (according to him) saved him from getting into an accident with his motorcycle. I think that means the frog is a friend now, since friends of my friends are my friends! (If I get the detailed story, I’ll share!)
    Hope you’re having a good start of 2020! ❀

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  3. What a sweet story about your friend. Yes, if you have a not-real frog with an open mouth, you can put it near the door and put some pennies in its mouth and it will bring you good fortune (i.e. some form of monetary reward). I have always had one by the door, and this last year we suddenly got money from the strangest ways and places (all legal) every single time we needed it and that is no joke! Amazing, and it can’t hurt. I have all kinds of not-real frogs all over the house just because of my good friend. Like the bees, there is only one kind that I know that can cause pain if you touch its skin, but overall frogs are very endangered today. Polluted water is responsible. Like so many things people don’t care for, they do good for the environment. When we had a lot of frogs, we did not have as many mosquitos (but that was many years ago). Thank you for having an open mind. Hugs, Anne

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    1. It’s so true about frogs and mosquitos. The street where I lived before the current place had a lot of frogs and not a lot of mosquito, then some kids started killing them with slingshots (I’m still angry about that cruelty) and now the street is riddled with mosquitos. Sadly, it’s probably too late for that area. Also, I’ll totally see about the non-real frog by the door! Thanks!

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  4. I know; I feel bad when I see them being served up as food when there are so many other potentials and frogs are endangered not only from mean children but from pesticides, etc. And they are definitely a good symbol for us. I have a lot of frog art in my home and I can never have too much of it. Birds too. And bears, another of my animal totems. I pretty much love them all. Thank you kindly, Jay.

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    1. I hadn’t even though about that! I confess I feel weird when I see frogs for food, it just doesn’t feel right! A cousin of mine used to have a pet frog, he got to her garden and just stayed that, and the occasional tree frog gets on mine. I make sure nobody harms them, they’re part of nature. As for my animal totem, definitely the wolf, though a good friend’s is the bear too and I respect them (though I’m afraid of them!). Always a pleasure talking to you! ❀

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  5. You too, Jay. Yes, the bear is also one of my totems, and I have several others. I just consider frogs really cool, but then I like praying mantises and other creatures most folks don’t care for. It IS a personal thing for each and every one of us. The wolf has its good purposes, and I actually like them too. It’s a pleasure to communicate with you too. Thank you kindly. Peace and blessings, Anne

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