The Death of a Frog

Spoiler alert: No frogs died in the making of this story.

This post is mostly because I was so absolutely obsessed with this little baby mini frog. The story I’m about to tell is most definitely one of those “you had to be there” moments. You’re using your own free will by choosing to read it anyway. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

mini frog
Sir Phil Williams, before his galliant leap

A frog with a death wish

It was a late night in Samos. Greece. June 29th, to be exact. Justin, Athan and I were walking home from a lazy night hanging out in the town square. We were cruising along when Justin stopped in his tracks to pick up a small frog. It leaped out of his hands before we could get a good look at the little guy, and when it landed on the pavement, it peed itself. How embarrassing.

Encountering Sir Phil Williams

Moments after said frog leaped away, we found a tiny baby mini frog. Sir Phil Williams. He was about the size of my thumb nail (as you can see, pictured above) and was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen! I took a quick photo of him before he could jump to his death like the frog prior. After the photo shoot, his 15 minutes of fame were over and he jumped to his death. I screamed and the boys yelled, as we looked down to see little Phil spread out on his back. We were sure he was dead. We were instantly sad, but then moments later he bounced up and hopped away. It was so dumb, but so funny. The little guy tried tricking us into thinking he was dead. I wonder if that was a defense mechanism.

And they all lived happily ever after. The end.

I told you so.

What’s the tiniest baby mini animal you’ve ever held? Share in the comments below!

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