It’s one thing to have my cats bring me their little tokens of gratitude but something entirely different when the death is by my own doing, even if it was accidental.
I was hysterical for a few. My man grabbed some gloves and took care of it. I mowed so slow after that, nervous of every blade of grass I saw move. The property I was working on is at least 1,500 sqft.
I think it was almost 3 weeks ago, I had brought my daughter to work this property with me and I don’t know how many times I came back to the work van just in tears because there were so many little frogs across the whole property that there was nothing I could do! I had to keep mowing. I was like angry, lol, then sad, then angry, and just a whole mess of emotions. I mean obviously they aren’t lacking in numbers but it didn’t make me feel any better.