Years ago, while standing in my driveway at night, a frog hopped onto my foot. I probably screamed (wouldn’t you?) but when I saw what it was, I bent down to pick him up. We kept the frog for awhile, feeding him live crickets and naming him Hoppy, before releasing him into a wetlands preserve near our house. These sites are for you, Hoppy. Wherever you may be.
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