Phobia

When I was a toddler my parents would drop me off @ my grandma's house while they went to work. They would pick me up @ night & every single night, as we approached our home, there they were. Literally hundreds of frogs laying on all my toys, basketball hoop & pool table in the garage. Freaking out doesn't begin to describe my reaction. It terrified me. I wouldn't get out of the car. I would yell @ the top of my lungs thinking in my young mind that if I do it loud enough they'd leave me alone. Puerto Rico is filled with these fuckers & it's the only downside to living on the island for me. If my only options were running into highway traffic or running toward a single frog; I'm running lightning fast into traffic & hope that my "frogger" skills are up to par. And yes! I recognize the irony since frogger is a game about a frog dodging traffic. 'Til next time: Peace & Love!
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