A friend of my husband's came round today, wanting some of our frogs' spawn. He was the sort who talked non-stop, about boring things so I did not listen to him, just patiently found him a couple of ice-cream cartons and watched while he scooped and re-scooped the reluctant frogs' spawn into them, each needing at least three attempts. I wondered afterwards whether the frogs who had been responsible for laying it would feel bereft.
Glad I don't eat ice-cream - I'd never feel the same about it after that - one scoop or two, love?!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the frogs would even hatch after repeated scoopings...