More like murdering a frog! We are six in a group and bought the most expensive frog we ever knew. A pet frog from a pet shop which costs 350.00php. One of our members stayed outside, one of us cried and decided to stay outside the room too. Maui, Rikki The Rocker, Chacha, and I were left inside with the most expensive frog who cannot behave even with too much chloroform.
I pinned it down on a waxed tray, hearing and feeling the cracking of muscles if not bones. I did not look as I pinned it down because I was afraid of I don’t know what. Maui holds the scalpel, I hold on to a hobby knife. He started slicing it open, the slimy, slippery body of a frog. The frog tumbled for I don’t know how many times that was. We named it Mr. Froggy McGuire and baby talked him to behave and be still while we’re putting out his heart. Then at last his heart is out, still pumping even when separated from his now bloody body. Mr. Froggy McGuire still has the energy to move and we’re really surprised by it.
But anyways, it was now all in the past, some of us does not want to repeat it, some felt pity. But me…I don’t know…the process still lingers in my head over and over again, and my thoughts were…
If Okja were to command me to open up a frog, I could have done it flawlessly with a mere pin vise and a scalpel’s blade.