My youngest sister called me in the middle of the night, bawling.
“What’s up?”
“It’s a nightmare. P-please. Tell mom. I have to s-stop school.” She said between sniffles.
I sat up straight on my bed. “What?! What happened?”
“Frogs! In Biology class! They didn’t tell us something like this would happen in college. It’s horrible.” More bawling.
“I do not understand you.”
“You h-have to tell mommy. I-I can’t tell her!”
“You’re quitting school because of frogs!?”
“They are ALL OVER THE ROOM! They are so ugly!”
Rewind four years back in laboratory class. “My BIO class wasn’t that bad. They pin them frogs down, you know.”
“They jump!” She shrieked. “They jump and hop and oh my Lord, the experience is so horrible I want to die!”
“What did you do?”
“I poured formalin on them before they even get to me.”
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