Much of the happenings here at Myers house lately aren't very photogenic. Things like cleaning out the frig, folding underwear, and continually mopping the floor. (with 18 feet in Myers house it's a never ending job). Last week Cooper ate a frog. Well kinda. He would take a few healthy chews and then let it down to hop a few times before picking it up and chewing again. I caught a glimpse of this when I looked out the window and screeched. I ran outside to give said frog time to escape. This was maybe 3 o'clock.
By 7:00 poor Cooper had thrown up at least 6 times. We think it was the wrath of the frog. Luckily all but two soggy piles were outside. John and I went on a frog hunt to find said frog to make sure it wasn't something exotic and poisonous. But it really did look like a regular old frog. And Cooper got over the episode fairly quickly. But it was surely the plague of the frog.