Tuesdays' Show and Tail - FRIGG

It's time for Tuesdays' Show & Tail' over at Angela's West Virginia Treasures! If you have a cute story and picture of a pet, or any furry (or non-furry) friend, you are welcome to join in! Check her blog for the rules, post away - and thanks, Angela, for being our host!When I was in High School, I really looked forward to becoming a Sophomore. Freshman year was a nightmare, even at a private Girl's School. The Seniors picked on us, made us carry their books, stood over us as we were made to wash the granite stairsteps with a toothbrush - Initiation seemed to hover over us for the entire school year! UGGGGH!

Sophomore year promised adventures, and one of them was Biology class. I've always loved science, and the classroom was full of models of skeletons, vertebrae, various animals in aquariums or cages - it was a wonderful world for me when I entered that room! One day the teacher announced that we would have to go catch a frog for dissection. Each student would be responsible to bring in their own frog by a certain date. The frogs would be placed in a large tank and treated with "something" so they would feel no pain, but would be alive while we dissected them. The purpose was so we could observe the frog's heart beating. I was HORRIFIED! How could a teacher demand us to do something so cruel!!! But, it was an assignment, and I didn't want to fail, so I went looking for a frog. I finally found one.
I kept my frog in a coffee can in our basement until the appointed day. I took care of him, bringing him froggy treats daily. I named him "Frigg". Big mistake. Never name a creature you cannot keep. Frigg was a delightful little fella, always looking to be picked up! I've never posessed such a friendly and handsome frog!

One day, Frigg looked rather pale. Yep, green frogs CAN get pale! I knew he was not feeling well, and there was one week to "D-Day" to get him healthy again. I removed him from the can and put him into a larger plastic bin with sand and mud and a little "pond", each was a separate area. He got extra treats, and even fresh vegetation to snooze in if he liked.
It must have been "just what the doctor ordered" because in just a few days Frigg got healthy and happy once again! I was overjoyed, but - - what about Biology Class? I thought it over ever so carefully, and came to the conclusion that - it was pointless to have saved his life if he was only to loose it again in just one more day! I could not go through with it. So Sunday, the day before my assignment was due, I took Frigg to Highland Park and put him on the Release Program, never to see him again!

You might wonder what happened when I arrived at class, "frog-less" - Well, the teacher said "For those of you who failed to bring in a frog, you must sit in with another student who has brought in their frog, and thereby observe the beating heart...." I didn't get out of OBSERVING, but I did succeed in the capture, curing, and releasing of Frigg the Frog! RIBBIT!