There's a dead frog in my purse

I look fabulous today. I have black slacks, high heels and a stunning sweater. My jewelry is eye catching. My purse is a pink faux crocodile print and in it I’m carrying a dead frog. I know. How did it come to this?

My daughter likes animals. You know “animal people”. They have a long list of animals they own, many of them in multiples. They always list their pets to you like they’re proud of living in a zoo. “I have three dogs, six cats, a bird, two hamsters and a spider that lives behind my dresser”. These people just NEED animals to be happy apparently. I don’t know how one ended up in my family because neither her father or I are particularly nuts about them. We both always had a dog, but there’s a difference between someone with a dog and an “animal person”.

Anyway, my daughter felt like three dogs and two cats in our house was not quite enough and brought in two frogs. One died…..obviously. The pet store will replace it if it dies within a week or so but you have to bring in proof. So we dug up the box from the flower bed where we’d held the funeral the previous afternoon and I put in my purse. It felt like the thing to do at the time. It sat right between my expensive phone and my subway card and off we went to the pet store. It wasn’t until we were getting out of the car and walking to the door that I thought to myself…”There’s a dead frog in my purse.” But then the voice inside my head said “Huh. You don’t seem the type” And that made me wonder what type of woman DOES walk around with a dead frog in her purse.
The lesson here is that you can never judge a person by their looks. Maybe they have a dead frog in their purse.