First things first and starting at the beginning - I hate frogs. I think little frog drawings and appliques and childrens' decor are adorable. But real, live amphibians cause my heart to beat out of my chest to the point past an episode and nearly to an infarction. I'm pretty sure the fear grew out of an experience at church when I was about four years old. I was wearing sandals playing under a willow tree with all the other kids after services, and a treefrog jumped on my foot. (infarction) It was worsened by all the times my baby brother Austin chased me all over creation holding frogs in his hands. Jerk. (jk I love you big baby!)
Secondly, when we bought our house current house almost three years ago, through a bad series of terrible circumstances, we still owned our house in Madison. Two mortages, two electic bills, two insurances, two water bills. Good times. Anyhow, there was no extra money. And our new house has a pool. An awesome, large, weirdly shaped pool with no fancy custom cover. Do you know how much fancy custom covers cost? More than we had to spare for sure. So the point of this is - we ended up with basically the world's most gigantismic tarp on our pool for winter that gets full of water and leaves and algae and funk. In spring all the water and funk have to be removed so we can remove the tarp. (insert a small gag)
This year the funk has been infested with.......tadpoles. Heinous, awful, disgusting tadpoles. No less than 100 million of them. Seriously...100 million. So when I walked out to the pool today to verify that Aaron was telling me the truth, I saw the millions and I died for a split second. I don't know how much delving into Exodus you have done, but if my pool cover was Egypt, it would be experiencing the second plague right now. (prize to the first person who can name all ten plagues in order. I definitely could not without looking)
Please talk my brother Austin into coming and doing this for me so I'm not gone forever. He owes me.
Thanks,
Cassie