Our poor dear, Mr. Froggie Rain Gauge, lost an eye some time ago. Yep, evil yard monkeys knocked him down and messed him up but good - left a jagged white socket where an eye used to be. Embarrassed to show himself in such condition, he languished, hiding behind a large maple for almost a year, where I found him lying yesterday. He would only agree to this picture if I promised not to reveal his broken eye. That's how bad he felt about his appearance, poor thing.
With Mr. Rain Gauge's consent, I decided to perform plaster surgery. These were my surgeon's supplies: (Froggie would consent to this photo only if I promised not to show his gaping wound.)
He's already feeling much better about himself, rejuvenated and ready for the spring rains (at least while the nail polish holds out. . . shhhh, don't tell him I said that.)
Plaster surgery can do wonders for a frog's self esteem.
Do you think anyone will notice?
