When I Was A Boy, I Never Picked Up Frogs Or Bugs

Today I bent down to pick up what I thought was an old cicada husk that had somehow gotten into my office. Instead the translucent object I picked up was the dried-out carcass of a small frog, with a couple of little dustbunnies hanging off its legs.



The big man says: "oh, gross." The big man is delicate inside.

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