04/21/2026
This most undull thing happened.
I noticed a swamp smell emanating from my fridge for several days, though I couldnāt fathom why. My fridge was recently divested of anything smelly, vegetabally, or old.
Then I saw two bean-sprouts, only I donāt buy or eat those. To my utter amazement I found a small undull frog, who, by calculations had been there for the same three days it smelled swampy.
The undull frog was stretched out, dried out, and mostly stuck to the glass. I picked it up to throw it away, gagging the whole time, but I noticed the faintest heartbeat.
This undull frog was also undead.
Do I want a frog? No. But ālife finds a wayā - thanks Jurassic Park. And who am I to stomp out that life after itās managed to live for three days in a cold refrigerator.
I put it in a bowl with slightly tepid water to provide comfort as it slipped its mortal coils. (Are frogs mortal? They arenāt immortal so I guess so.)
And to my utter amazement over the next four hours, it rehydrated and pulled in three of its four legs. The last leg looked like it was going to atrophy. Then more undull amazement as the last leg pulled up and worked!
I took the bowl outside so this undead, undull frog could see the sunshine. I pondered whether I should release him because Iām pretty sure itās an invasive frog. He looked at me; I looked at him. Then this undead, undull frog fully grasped my reticence to release him, and sprang forth from the bowl into the great beyond.
My mind-reading undead undull frog might be immortal after all ! Size 9 womenās, no banana cuz Iām a recovering banana addict.