I remember as a kid that the “dime store” would sell dyed chicks for Easter. I have a vague memory of playing with the bright orange and green ones that my brother and I got.
That was back when my grandfather still had a chicken coop. I don’t remember what happened to them. But I’m fairly certain if they survived our “death grip” that not long after, we ate ‘em.
Heh...
You know...I absolutely love toads and frogs. When I was a kid, I played with them all the time. (Growing up in the balmy area south of Houston, there were lots of toads and frogs.) I have a fond place in my heart for them.
I remember when Matthew was about 18 months old, we were living on the river and I found a frog. I couldn’t wait to show it to him and I handed it to him.
To my absolute horror he squeezed it’s guts out.
Live and learn.