As much as ants seem to hate me, I love frogs.
Not the type you find in gift shops, but the ones you find on leaves and under bushes. If I hear them croaking, I go seeking.
Often they find me too. A few years ago I was about to go white water rafting in Costa Rica, so put on the obligatory safety helmet. Something started moving through my hair. It was a frog!
When I was twelve a neighbour gave me an old fish tank. So I got some frogspawn, waited for them to become tadpoles, then fed and cared for them every day until they could hop away.
I bred froglets again when my own kids were tweens, who thought the activity was for their benefit. He he, it was for mine!
I know I’m not the only one who loves frogs – whoever carved this ancient stone frog must have loved them too!
And why not? There’s something about them that’s utterly adorable!
At least to me…