I went to one of my favorite restaurants and had frog legs. When I got home I couldn’t look my girl Sia in the eyes or get too close to her home for fear she’s smell one of her cousins on me. I eat fish by the aquariums all the time knowing full well they can see a relative sprawled out on my plate.
I hate it when people joke about eating my frogs. Eat a frog if you want, heck I do, just don’t eat mine.
The two little rascals I got recently are now big enough to go in the tank with Sia which means she’s no longer lounging alone.
Oh, and, yes, I named my frog after the singer Sia Furler. Currently the babies don’t have names.