“Ooooh, lookah this li’l frog, oooh, he so cute, ow, he cute and small like a button.”
Yeah, that is what I did think when I first spot he, the li’l water-frog, as we call them. Some folks call them house-frog. They don’t bite or do anything savage. All they do is look cute and live in the kitchen.
On top of all that, they becoming a rare event. Like they becoming extinguished or something, not that I know how you can extinguish something that have water in it.
Anyway, being Earth Lover and all that, I let he stay.
And I let he stay because of the good memories I have of them, like the time my first big brother put ice down my mother dress-back and she scream cos he tell she is a water-frog, haha.
But then this here frog start to behave bad.
He get bold, staring at me. Coming right out in public and ogling. Alright, I ignore the ogling even though it make me a li’l uncomfortable.
Then, he start to poo. And when I tell you poo, I should write that with big capital P, no, the whole word should be Big Capital Letters. He start to POO.
Vexation lick me sideways and backwards. “Oh yeah? That is what you think you coming in me kitchen to do? Woo and POO? Woo who with POO? I don't care what you think, I ain't want no wooing or weeing in me kitchen!”
Nah nah nah, y’all don’t dis me as in disrespect me this good day here, don’t tell me to buy nappy or diapers as some call it.
Seriously, tell me, what you woulda do?
|Sitting on my draining-board, trying to look innocent.|