It rained over the weekend. The Boss and I were out running an errand or two Saturday evening, and it was coming down at a pretty good rate by the time we were a few miles from home. We sat in silence during the homestretch, the wipers slipping side to side rhythmically. As I swung the car down our long dirt driveway, the headlights caught something ahead of us on the road.
It was a frog. The first hundred feet of our driveway is lined on both sides with streams and marshes and otherwise wet terrain, so it is not uncommon to see frogs jumping about, even in drier weather. Frogs come out into the rain to help keep their skin moist, so the sudden appearance of frogs in the rain is again, not at all uncommon.
I've loved frogs since I was a kid (even though I got pissed on by an angry bull frog once), so plowing through them was not an option. I swerved to avoid it, but another frog appeared just a few feet ahead of it. In swerving to miss that one, two other frogs jumped out from the side of the road. It was an amphibian obstacle course like I had never seen. I started laughing about midway through the first section of the driveway. The quantity of frogs we were seeing was simply unreal.
"Don't these frogs know to look both ways before crossing?" The Boss asked, starting to laugh herself.
"I wonder if they are part of some amphibian cult, taking part in a mass suicide like those Hale-Bopp comet weirdo's," I wondered aloud. "Either that, or the frog population in this area are all severely depressed."
We were past the wetland part of the driveway now, but the frogs still hopped out in front of us.
"It doesn't have to end like this!" The Boss cried out the window.
"I just.... *hop*... can't.... *hop*... take it... *hop*... anymore!" I said, doing my best Kermit the Frog impression.
We chortled our way down the rest of the driveway, the onslaught of frogs fading the closer we got to our apartment. I veered the car to the left towards our private parking spaces, and out of the tall grass on the right side jumps one last frog. The Boss and I both jumped in our seats and yelled in surprise, and I jerked the car out of the way one last time.
Unfortunately, I reacted too late.
I told myself I didn't hear the slight "pop" as I passed over it with my tires.
Out of 100 kamikaze ninja frogs, hitting one isn't all that bad.