Where's My Dead Frog?
Where's my dead frog? There is a question I never though I'd be asking myself but I did today. As I explained in last Sunday's entry for three Sunday's in a row I came across a dead frog lying dead in the road or path on my way to buy a newspaper. Different frogs, different ways they died but same place. Not what I was expecting on a nice pleasant stroll to the shop. Today, however I was expecting it. Today I was looking out for that fourth dead frog in as many weeks. And typically there was none.
No frog, no more questions you woould think. However the fact there was no dead frog there didn't make me stop thinking about it. Just the opposite in fact because not only am I still wondering what the hell those three were doing there on Sundays past but I am now trying to think why one wasn't there today. Crazy i know but I can't help wondering why it suddenly stopped. Is it significant that there were three frogs killed on three succesive weeks? Was it to do with the month of September and now it's October bye bye frog sacrifices? Is the bloke who may be cleaning his garden every Sunday just having a day off from ridding his pond of dead frogs? God knows.
What I do know is that I must have looked an idiot this morning with a puzzled look looking about for a dead frog. But what is even more infuriating is that I will probably never know what is behind this little mystery. I hate having some question stuck in my head which I know I'm never going to be able to answer. It will just make me come up with wilder and wilder theories for something which in all likeliehood is just a co-incidence. Maybe.