For as long as I shall live, I can’t possibly imagine recalling the memories this post is based on and not grinning.  It was a priceless, HILAREOUS, perfect moment in time.  All because of a direction-impaired frog.

(Warning to Aunt Dorothy and Grace…. there are a lot of pictures in this post so beware to you who still have dial-up.)

 

 

It was a benign enough day.   Nothing special.   I entered the house through the door leading from the garage and noticed a small frog had made his way into the garage, and oddly enough, had climbed the wall and perched himself high against the trim of the door entering the house.

Hours later, Mr. Froggy still hadn’t moved.

Hours later still, as Magoo, Bud, DustMeister and I walked in from an outing I casually pointed out Mr. Froggy and mentioned we would have to get rid of it.

Magoo blurted out “I’ll do it!”

DustMeister, Bud, and myself blinked a time or two and exchanged knowing glances. 

I say “Ah, no, I don’t think so.  I want the frog OUT of the garage.  YOU will simply freak out, disturb the frog, and it will end up jumping around the garage.  No thanks.”

Then.

For reasons I can’t even reconcile within myself, I offer cash-starved Magoo ONE whole dollar to remove said frog with the following conditions:  1) Capture him in one fell swoop in your hands.  2)Do not allow escape.  3)Take captured frog and release him on outer edge of driveway in the grass.  Oh, and 4)I am allowed to TAKE PICTURES.

She accepts.  Bud, DustMeister, and I… well, we guffaw.  We know she can’t possibly accomplish this task.

So herein lies the chronicles of what happened next.   Magoo nervously surveys her prey:

Oh, how I wish you all could have been here for this.  Bud, DustMeister and I were just sitting back waiting for her to freak out.  For a few minutes she teeter-tottered between determination and total freak out.  Here, she looks pretty cool to proceed:

Soon… not so much.  The freak out begins.  She is so NOT SURE she can do this.  Next up, full on freak out:

I love, love, LOVE her expression above.  I am completely confident she is not posing for the camera.  Her ENTIRE focus is on grabbing Froggy and NOT letting go.  Thus, as displayed above, every muscle in her body is taught with nervous energy.

But, looky here.  Something you may not know about Magoo.  She can turn on the determination mode like I have never seen before.  I have seen her do this time and time again for different tasks, and seriously, it is awe inspiring.  SERIOUSLY.  You want to see it?  Here it is:

Notice her jaw.  And her eyes.  And her clenched fists.  Hello future husband…. if you see this look, I strongly suggest a “Yes, dear, you are so correct…. can I bring you a Mocha Latte?”

And, then something REALLY interesting happens.   Extra fuel is poured upon the determination she has already begun to muster within herself.  Bud and DustMeister are standing close behind her watching her progress, and one one of them must have made a smart remark to her about actually grabbing Froggy…. I believe it was DustMeister and the remark had something to do with Froggy peeing in her hand.   Here is her reaction: 

And then, to my honest surprise, she does this:

 

She grabs Froggy.  And then the fun REALLY begins.  Shrieking the entire time, she runs Froggy to the far end of the driveway and then (unnecessarily) forcefully propels Froggy about 10 feet in front of her and and runs back to meet us… shrieking the ENTIRE time.

I was laughing hysterically at this point.  I can’t properly convey to you how funny the “releasing” of  Froggy by Magoo was, BUT showing DustMeister’s and Bud’s reactions might help a bit:

Here’s Magoo, immediately after her double dog dare:

 On edge.  Anxious.  Freaked out.  To the max.

And, in the end.  Froggy was successfully removed from the garage.  I gave Magoo TWO whole dollars for her stunning display.

And, Froggy?  He did survive Magoo’s projectiling him into the next county.  Here’s proof:

Long live Froggy.

Just NOT in my garage.  Thanks to Magoo.

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