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Ann Handley — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 21:03:18 -0000

Ken: Riveting... or "ribeting." Whatev. ; )

Sculpture is from the Boston Common Frog Pond. Alas, not a gekko at all.. but indeed, a frog.

Thanks for stopping by!

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Ken Samson — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 20:54:29 -0000

Ann,

Hmmm! Your writing is very captivating. Frogs! Why would I want to read about them? I guess you kept holding my attention from one paragraph to the next. Very riveting.

Oh, lest I forget, and where did you find a sculpted version of the Geico marketing guy (LOL). Apparently he is a froggy, but at first glance, he reminds me of the British-accented gecko used in Geico commercials - attitude 'n' all.

Good word. Nice read.

- Ken.

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Amy — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 10:26:24 -0000

I love when you share the private moments in life. I love that we all have them. I think about you in a meeting talking shop, but your mind may be drifting back to the frog in your filter. The person next to you might be thinking about something weird her grandmother once said. And next to her a man is laughing in his mind at the way his Cheerios seemed to be making a smiley face this morning. Thanks for the story.

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David Reich — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 17:15:13 -0000

Ann, we don't have frogs at home, but the occasional mouse has managed to get inside. My wife freaks out and wants me to set traps and kill the little guy (or guys). I look for all kinds of excuses not to use a trap, hoping he or she will find the great outdoors more interesting.

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Angela — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 11:02:07 -0000

Bittersweet. When I was a kid, my cousins did evil things to frogs -- like fill them with firecrackers and run off before they exploded. I have always been partial to our ribbety buddies.

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Judy Vorfeld — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 21:56:45 -0000

Riveting writing, Ann. Reading it was like standing underneath a beautiful waterfall and rejoicing in its cool, crisp beauty.

I think about waterfalls a lot. Helps me through the desert summer.

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Dana Ironside — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 13:57:07 -0000

Hey Ann!
Another wonderful story... growing up just 20 miles outside of NYC, I didn't have frogs, but I had a stray cat, we so poetically called Kitty. I know original. But we loved that cat(couldn't come inside due to mom's allergies and our dog) and fed her every day. She would actually walk with our mom and dog for his walks and always stayed right next to my mom's leg. It was a precious site. Unfortunately, one day, we couldn't find Kitty and we all panicked. We went out looking for her and couldn't find her. My newspaper boy came to our door one day and so bluntly said - hey, I think your CAT is DEAD down behind the stores - SMUSHED from a car. I ran to my room and cried and blamed my mother and her allergies for his death. We should have done a better job or taken her to a shelter is all I kept thinking. Any way, Kitty was loved and thank you for taking me back to that time. A frog or a cat or whatever, I think every one can relate to a story like this!

Dana

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jodyreale — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 23:33:38 -0000

Quite a yarn for a long-time frog lover like myself. O, Thumper, we hardley knew ye.

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Jim Sutton — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 13:49:09 -0000

Your story is indescribably delicious. I was not a particularly compassionate boy, especially toward the frogs I used to collect. Now I find myself calmed by hearing the deep guttural sounds of the bullfrogs in the pond outside my house at night. I feel fortunate that we usually get more than one chance in our lives to try and understand our feelings about nature and its critters. Each time brings back all the feelings from before and more. Thank you for this piece.

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jnte — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:48:48 -0000

Thanks for sharing this wonderfully-written story, Ann...I responded at CNER, but thought I'd follow proper etiquette (?) and leave a comment here too!

John and I both love your blog. And as you know, I'm a sucker for stories that reflect our ability to show compassion to ALL animals - not just dogs. I honestly believe it's how most of us feel deep down... and we only participate in the killing and harming of animals due to tradition, social convention, or a reluctance to open our eyes because it's too painful.

It's kind of schizophrenic, isn't it...how most of us would go out of our way to help ANY animal in need, and then sit down at the table and eat another animal? Sometimes even the same kind of animal! It was one of the connections that led John and I to stop participating in the industrialized animal abuse which is inherent in our food system and embrace a plant-based (vegan) diet instead.

Well - thanks again for sharing your story - you are a truly gifted writer. Oh, and here's a link to some cruelty-free mouse traps! ;-)

http://www.seabrightlabs.co...

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Ruth Josephson — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 07:23:46 -0000

I enjoyed your frog story, Ann. It reminded me of the time at least half a century ago and before power mowers when it was my brother's job to mow the lawn. He used one of those old push mowers with the four spiraling blades. He also ran over a large toad that lived in our yard, although I do not remember if I had been aware of its existence until that day. The toad survived the ordeal but had a long laceration on his belly. My brother had me get him thread and needle and, with large tears running down his cheeks, proceeded to suture the poor thing. I have no fantasies of the toad living happily ever after, but it did make me feel just a little closer to the brother I already idolized.

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Peter Kim — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:52:04 -0000

I would just like to leave a comment on the mouse part of the story and say amen, sister. Look, I grew up in the South where we had roaches in the house, not mice. Even when I lived in Philly, we had Ratatouille-sized rats. Not these scurrying little bastards that tap dance across the ceiling at night and leave their dung in hard-to-reach places. Maybe if they'd use a mouse litter box, we could peacefully co-exist. But every field mouse became a John Connor to me as the Terminator the night I was hosting a dinner party and somehow a mouse fell straight from the ceiling to the floor from a gap by our chimney. Since that day, I recommend the Victor fake cheese traps, which ironically work better than using real cheese. I realize this comment looks like spam and me a raving lunatic...but to Brogan's point, I don't feel bad disrupting [cue Elton John] the great big circle of life on this one. (but to Mukund's point, I hate hitting little rabbits in the road, and I live near a wildlife sanctuary.)

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Stacey Pfeifer — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 15:33:47 -0000

Hi Ann,

A newbie on Twitter, I found my way here via @chrisbrogan [a favorite guide of mine in the social media marketing world]... what a delightful and feeling piece, thank you and thanks, Chris for tweeting the path to it.

another spot i've enjoyed for great writing about animals, death, spirituality is http://www.fearnomorezoo.or...

I'm gonna hook myself up to your feed today and I look forward to more. Nice to meet you, Ann [love the header photo too!]

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Alan Wolk — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:02:51 -0000

"Tangerine" is a much better name for a toad than Thumper or Ernestine.

(You knew I had to write that.)

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gianandrea facchini — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 12:12:00 -0000

Ann, you know I'm love with animals, mostly with dogs. And every story involving an animal is a gift to me. Thanks, G.

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Dave Webb — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 11:31:51 -0000

Wow, Ann. After reading this and your last "bare-all" piece, I am amazed how you make us to feel the anguish of adolescent foibles & vulnerabilities with your prose. I can honestly say it makes me want to pull my own children closer & cherish their similar little "moments".

Thanx for inspiring.

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Frank Martin — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:48:58 -0000

Ann, what a superb example of writing and storytelling. We do share our world with many creatures, all of whom have rituals and jobs and loves and drives. Wonderful!

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Lewis Green — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:40:38 -0000

Ann,

Our house sits alongside a brook, where every year frogs make home. Except this year, they haven't, and I wonder everyday where they are. Are they safe? Has the water turned toxic? Are they happy? I hope so.

Sidenote: I read The Women's Room shortly after it was published. It changed my life, and for the better.

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Tim Jackson — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:34:02 -0000

Dammit! I thought we made a deal; I get to be the one who sounds all smart and shit. Why do you keep doing this to me? Isn't it enough to smash my tiny, vulnerable male ego with your intelligence? Now you have to just keep flaunting these tiny slices of crystallized thought and memories... FINE! You are SOOOOOO competitive...

I caught a huge handful of tiny toads, just out of the water after being tadpoles, when I was a very young boy in south (deep south) Alabama. Not knowing better, I put them in the pocket of my cutoff jean shorts to take them home and raise them as my toady minions. But being a 7yr old boy, the road home is never a straight line and there were countless other distractions along the way. As to be expected, I forgot about my tiny friends in the denim tomb until I heard a shriek come from my mother, followed by a loud "TIMOTHY!" She liberated my friends a few days later when doing the laundry, but not until they had been washed AND dried. They tumbled out of the pockets and into the rest of the laundry like little pre-dried toad bacon bits. Needless to say, she was NOT amused. Little did she know then what would lie in her future as I went on to catch and keep several large snakes as I got older- including a Copperhead (Alabama's deadliest resident).

Keep frog flippin... I'm sure there's a special place in heaven for you. But maybe next essay, try dumbing it down a little so I can regain a sliver of my manhood.

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Ann Handley — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:05:01 -0000

Thanks for the comments, all. And @chrisbrogan @stevewoodruff -- great vignettes... thanks for sharing.

@Joel -- I gotta say... Ernestine is a much better toad name than Thumper!
@stevewoodruff -- Clearly, your skills as a strategist were in development early in your life! Actually, I relate to that approach whenever I golf... when my strategy is to *always* have the highest score. Especially in a tournament, there's usually some sort of prize for that, I've discovered.

And finally, Christopher Penn is so cool. There. I said it.

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Christopher S. Penn — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 08:27:17 -0000

"You have been provided with death so that you may realize the startling significance of why you are here as a human being and not as a cooking pot."

- Stephen K. Hayes

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Steve Woodruff — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:36:19 -0000

Great story, Ann. Frogs played a significant role in my growing-up years; one frog in particular. You see, during our town's annual fair, there was a frog-jumping contest. All the kids would try to find the biggest, most athletic, most steroid-ridden hoppers they could grab out of a pond so that they could win the top prizes. Couldn't seem to compete with those olympian leopard frogs. But, at the bottom of the annual award food chain was something called the "booby prize" - for the frog that covered the least distance. It was only for 5 bucks and a few moments of ignominity, but I thought, "we can do this." So I found this tiny and anemic little froglet one year and strove mightily for the worst-in-show, easily outdistancing all others in miniscule jumping powers. It was a proud moment - not because we ascended the podium as the best, but because I thought of a way to win a quick fiver by being the worst. Nobody have ever thought before of TRYing to win the booby prize...one of the few times in life when it pays to be a loser, I guess!

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The Franchise King — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:19:54 -0000

Ann,
Thanx to Twitter, I get to read one of your beautiful stories whenever you find the time to write them. I, too had a toad. His name was Ernestine. She name, He Toad. Anyway, thanx for the memories. In June of last year, My dad succumbed to Lung cancer. I guess I am lucky. he passed on when I was 48, so i got more of him.
Joel Libava

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Claudia — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 03:28:13 -0000

That's the reason I'm a vegetarian. The thought of having to kill animals so that I can eat is horrifying. Since I was a kid I wanted to know if it was once alive.

I still consider the birds in my garden to be my pets. What is problematic at times is that I love cats too - so much that all the cats in the neighbor hood love my semi wild garden. It's awful when the birds are teaching their babies to fly. Got to lock the cats away.

Great post by the way!

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Mukund Mohan — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 01:12:36 -0000

My kids prevent any ant spray at home. My son personally thinks most ants are his pets. He had us move him to a "nature" school which has horses, cats, dogs and chicken next to the classroom. I dont think he can handle the death part yet. I cant also. I get terribly upset even when I drive on the highway and cannot avoid a dead skunk or small rodent. I actually hate the term roadkill.

Good post Ann. Welcome back. Its been a long time.