It’s a froggy frog world out there
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It’s a froggy frog world out there
the ancient legend of Loreley says that a beautiful virgin sings by the water. Her eyes had a charm that no man could resist. Her voice set everyone on fire, regardless of gender and origin. Her beauty petrified the rafters and ferrymen so that they could no longer take their eyes off Loreley, and their boats crashed against the rocks. They sank and drowned. But the story is not told faithfully. I still know Loreley from the old days. Loreley was not a she, but a he. His grace made the waves swallow man after man, and those who could escape were ashamed. To fall for another man, to eye him like the most beautiful thing on earth, was a dishonor to them. So they began to retell the story and him became her. Loreley was Venus indeed, but Venus as a boy... when I go swimming here today, I feel the sadness and pain of all the men with every surge over my thighs. But it is no longer an outburst of shame. It is the remorse of having betrayed Loreley, and with him, themselves. They could not pour out tears, so they themselves have become water instead, which now washes around my cheeks. My cheeks have taken up their legacy and may the rivers and floodplains carry on the story of Loreley as it really was, so that no man has to suffer anymore
Poster for a Screenwriting course :)
(I'll update this with the Logline in a bit, just gotta sleep first -_- )
I let the rest of my frog friends go this morning. They are swimming free in the pond they were born in.
Final tiny sneak peek at my polliwog raising project. I know you all are just dying to see the whole process...Coming July 2021!
Here's one of my 'fall-favorites,' the Eastern Newt.
i hike somewhere near a pond with some small streams and marsh, so plenty of wetlands. ngl, i've developed a sort of phobia of stepping on them under the orange leaves as i walk 0_0
theyre very small and soft (like literally walk like theyre made of rubber) so i fear greatly for their lives
this specimen is actually in the juvenile stage of its lifetime. They start as tadpoles, then, like a frog, rapidly grow to adapt features that allow terrestrial life, i.e. legs n lungs, thicker skin, etc.
But Wait, There's More!
because you heard me correctly my fellow fucking crocodile hunters, this specimen is in the juvenile state. this thing is the charmeleon of its evolutionary line... if charmander were a tadpole (poliwag to charmeleon feels cursed to me).
so where else do this thing have to go? You beat out frogs - hell, you beat out toads - with the whole extra life thing. whats next now that youre on land? tap into some arboreal potential, maybe? become expert diggers?
no.
thats not what they do.
they go back to the water.
*sigh* theyre still pretty cute, i must admit, especially retaining those red dots from the juvenile days <3
in their juvenile state, their bright orange skin is to tell predators, "dont eat me, my skin is freaky nasty," due to it containing tetrodotoxin. for us humans, we dont have much to worry about when coming across one of these on a stroll. if you touch it, wash your hands. never touch these with an open wound. dont touch your eyes, nose, mouth yadda yadda yadda you arent gonna die.
do not eat, freaky nasty.
Sneak peek - current basement project.
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