Originally published in 2010 on my old blog. Republished here just for laughs. Or not.
As I mentioned on Facebook a long time ago, I have an irrational fear of frogs. No, that’s an understatement. I hate frogs.
It’s more than hate really. I’m terrified, horrified, paralyzed by them. I’d rather touch a snake or capture a spider – anything besides being near a frog.
I shiver just looking at this picture…it’ll probably give me nightmares and I’m not exaggerating.
You see…while showering last night, I had my hair all lathered up with my yummy smelling shampoo and I had my Sweet Pea Shower gel in hand and I was just enjoying my hot shower and 5 minutes of nobody saying “Mommy” when suddenly, my worst nightmare happened.
I picked up my sponge and what did I find?
TWO slimy green tree frogs. TWO!!! I nearly died. I jumped and nearly slipped and fell. I screamed. LOUD. I scared my husband and children. I was shaking and crying and wondering how in the world I could escape?
While wrapped in the (frog-free shower curtain – I checked), my husband had to come in and catch them and get them out. Then I made him check behind and under all the other soaps, shampoos, sponges, etc.
It was one of the most horrible experiences in my whole life. It was traumatic and borderline torturous. It ranked right up there with my brothers handing me a frog on my wedding day and having one jump onto my bed as a young girl. These things scar me. For life.
Ultimately I’m telling you this because I might never shower again. Ever.
The though of stepping into the shower and finding a frog in there makes me want to stay funky! That’s all.
Update… it’s been more than 3 years since I wrote this post and I still check behind bottles and under my sponge when I get in the shower. I’m not even kidding… scarred for life!