So this morning I went out to check the pool.
Like the plagues of Egypt.
I have never seen so many frogs. Some dead, some still barely alive. Some floating on the top, some sunk to the bottom. I took the lid off the skimmer to empty the basket, and the basket was full.
It was a total horror movie.
D's the one who wanted this pool, but I'm the one who has to deal with how f'ing gross it can be sometimes.
I'm going to have to go out again this afternoon to get the rest, because I could only take so much before I thought I was going to be sick.
I wish my thirteen-year-old nephew was here. I'd pay him two bucks a frog to get them out for me. And totally on the honor system. As long as I don't see any left in the pool, I'd give him however much he said. That's how nasty it is.