frog under my bag

solAs I was leaving school, I lifted my bag and found a small frog under it.

I have an interior office. It’s carpeted. There are no windows, because it’s an interior space. Painted cement blocks on 4 walls. The outside doors are around the corner. They are double doors with one of those damp spaces in between where children wait for their parents in inclement weather.

A frog out of context is like a bird out of context. Freaky!

I went out to ask the evening custodian, a high schooler with earbuds and a strapped on vacuum backpack to please take the frog outside. I was late for an evening meeting. I felt silly asking this young man.

He seemed unaware I was speaking to him at first. With the vacuum on his back. The earbuds in his ears.

When he finally realized I might be speaking to him, he removed his earbuds. Perplexed. I wasn’t quite sure if he understood I was for real about the frog.

Last year, while living in Indonesia, the only seasonal marker was rainy season. One day I walked outside and found a dead frog, drowned, on the beautifully bricked walkway out of Banyanville, my neighborhood. This frog was not moving so I wasn’t sure it was dead at first. Upon further inspection, I found it covered with feasting bugs.

The fresh line between life and death is disturbing. Raw.

With that visceral memory, I shuddered. Not wanting to be the cause of this frog’s death. But also shivering at our lives intersecting.

About jaclynfre

Tech integration specialist, recipe adventurer, fast walker, sporadic writer, aunt, sister and daughter
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4 Responses to frog under my bag

  1. Maureen says:

    I had an emotional day a couple years back when, in the midst of all the stuff that was happening, I encountered three frogs at different points during the day. I was surprised to learn later that frogs are an amazing symbol of metamorphosis, transition, and change…embrace your luck!

  2. LSquared says:

    You found a frog today and my custodian found me a praying mantis. The death of a small creature is a reminder…

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