Raft3r is no chicken.
But if I come across a frog, I run the other direction.
Yes, I am not afraid to admit I act like a high school chick every time I see a frog.
Seriously, frogs freak me out. They are vile and disgusting.
Sorry, Kermit. But you are one of them. I don’t like you either.
It’s not just the live ones that get into Raft3r’s nerves. I can’t stand looking at pictures of frogs in magazines. Even their television images scare the bejesus out of me.
Imagine my shock when I came across these stuffed frogs made into coin purses in a public market in Baguio.
My American boss loved them so much. He bought tons of them for pasalubong (souvenirs). Raft3r, as a sign of protest, transferred to another department right away.
Raft3r needs to go now. I can't bear looking at the photo that accompanies this post.