It fit in my mouth, all except the feet. They stuck out a bit, and that made it hard for me to let Bernie know I had CAUGHT something!
I ran from window to window trying to get his attention. Then all of the sudden....bleech! there was an awful taste in my mouth.
I had to spit the thing out...my mouth was all icky tasting. Later on Bernie said that when frogs get scared they pee.
Gross!!!! I would have NEVER tried to catch a frog in my mouth if I had known that. Why don't frogs come with warning labels or something?
Since it was still early in the day, Hart and I decided to pull up a piece of shade and just chill for a bit.