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I've been gone for a while...

 

Salaam alaikum and hi everyone💓!

It has honestly been a while. How have you all been? 

Um, so before I get into the main post, I’d like to talk about my soft frog. So you see, one evening, I went outside after watering the plants and the grass to turn off the pump that pumps water into the house because the tank was filled.

Now, I went out without slippers because you know, I'm weird like that. Anyway, my feet were directly on the wet grass and yes, I was irritated by it. So… I’m tiptoeing because I'm looking out for snakes and scary creatures, plus wet grass is weird and all of a sudden, I feel something wet. On my foot. My right foot.

 I look down, and lo and behold, there’s a small frog on my foot. An amphibian. On my foot. I scream because why not? There was a frog on my foot for God's sake. Now, I ran back towards the house because… I seriously have no idea (rolls eyes, an afterthought “Drama queen”). After recovering from my shock that gave me extreme trauma (again, rolls eyes dramatically), I’m able to turn off the pump and run back indoors.

While I'm sitting down and kind of panicking because it wasn’t a baby frog, it was a teenage frog maybe. Spotted and a greenish-yellow colour. I still feel the frog on my foot. You know, phantom frog.

That brings me to the important part of this story.

One, the frog was soft and adorable. I kinda miss it.

Two, I'm not a fan of wet things. Seriously, yuck!

Three, soft frogs might be poisonous but I guess we’ll never know unless “I float too...

 

Final note: I’m probably losing my eyesight. Sigh!

Anyway, since I exhausted the space I was supposed to keep for my actual topic, this will become a blog post of its own. Enjoy. Also, comment any weird experiences you’ve had, and have you seen any soft frogs?

Stay safe and healthy. Khuda hafiz and byeee!

Oh and happy Easter!

 

 

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