My dad has a problem with bullfrogs. It’s nothing personal. Okay, maybe it is for him because of what they did.
You see, bullfrogs were digging holes underneath the front porch of the house. And those things are diggers, let me tell you. I’m not sure what they were excavating for, but I think I saw them drag in some heavy equipment. Have you ever seen a bullfrog operate a backhoe? Let me assure you, it’s not a pretty sight.
So anyway, Dad was getting tired of all the holes and worried that they would undermine the integrity of the porch. If he filled in the holes with dirt, they’d only dig it out again. As he was mowing the lawn one day and contemplating the problem, he saw one of those darn bullfrogs in his path. He decided that he was going to take care of things permanently and kicked the riding mower into second gear and lowered the blades.
Well he drove right over that dang bullfrog! As he looked back to survey his handiwork, he was surprised to see the bullfrog sitting there, just looking at him. Thinking the frog had moved at the last moment, Dad made another pass, lowering the blades a bit further.
Darned if that frog still wasn’t sitting there, doing nothing.
And that’s when that old Missouri stubbornness kicked in. Dad drove right up to the bullfrog, positioned the mower over him, and dropped the blades as low as they would go. He didn’t hear anything, so he engaged the break and dismounted the mower to take a look. As he leaned down to take a look, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
The darn bullfrog was jumping the blades each time they went around!
And that, my friend, is how one clever Missouri bullfrog outsmarted my dad.
