Recently I killed my black Crocs. Cause of death: scissors. I cut them up in a fancy shoe store, with my daughter, granddaughter and my friend--all shoe lovers--as witnesses. They cheered and high-fived each other. I sobbed (silently, to myself).
But I still have my tan pair. They are--as a blogging friend smirked, "well loved." They are still croc-ing along.
However, I think the tan Crocs are aware of the violent act I committed against their darker friends. Perhaps they were shaking and quaking in their rubberness, afraid I might do the same thing to them? Maybe they let themselves get lured away from the safe confines of my home?
I thought my tan Crocs were secure in my bedroom, until I saw this picture. Lisa Ricard Claro, a writing friend, alerted me to this horrible situation.
A crocodile got my Croc-ie. (Imagine I am Meryl Streep, distraught, in the wilds of Australia, as I say this.)
To see this horrible, gruesome sight, go here. But beware--you might get ill over what you are about to see.
OoooohNoooo
Now, if you survived seeing that, what is the funniest animal story you have to tell? I need to laugh, to recover from that scare.
Now, that's funny.
ReplyDeleteWish I could see you next Saturday at Listen to Your Mother event, but I have a prior commitment. I'll be cheering you on from a distance. I know you will rock the stage--or should I say Croc the stage?
Donna--I can hear the Queen rock anthem rewritten: We will, we will, Croc you. Croc you.
DeleteThanks.
Oh, the Croc-manity!
ReplyDeleteMy funniest animal story is a toss-up between the time my husband duct-taped a piece of trim board across the goat's horns to keep its head from getting stuck in the fence, making her look like she had a race car spoiler on her head...and the time he called me to say he had captured two wild boars and was taking one up the road to be made into sausage, only to find out when I got home that they were a neighbor girl's pet potbellied pigs.
I hope you caught the mistake BEFORE the pets became pork chops...
DeleteWhen we were moving from Nashville, TN to Maryland, the movers came to pack up our stuff and load the big moving van. We noticed that our cat was missing, and my daughter was distraught. I even called the moving company and they called the driver, and he said he couldn't hear a cat in the truck, so we thought we had lost her forever.
ReplyDeleteSix days later, when our stuff arrived at our new home, the movers carried in my daughter's box springs (boxed up), and were going to set up her bed. They opened one end of the box and the cat howled and jumped out!
I think that cat used several lives during her travels, though she lived well into her teens.
That cat was a true survivor, Kim.
DeleteSounds like a crock. My wildest animal story: I live with the big ape.
ReplyDeleteAnd Linda, that is an everyday, neverending story for you.
DeleteThat croc pic cracked me up, as you know. :) We have too many animal stories to name as we've always had a houseful of pets. Like the time our two dogs ate an entire gingerbread house, candy wrappers and all; or when our Golden Retriever ate all my jewelry; or when . . . well, you get the idea. Alas, no croc stories, though.
ReplyDeleteLisa--Jewelry? Did it eventually "emerge"?
ReplyDeleteMy animal stories sound weird when I try to sum them up, so let's just go with I loved my purple crocs that I wore to cut the grass. Now I need a new pair because the purple ones were cut on the bottom so don't protect my feel. Hey, Mother's Day is coming up, maybe I'll ask for a new pair!
ReplyDeleteMary--(Sometimes) friends (and family) who love fashion don't buy people Crocs, so perhaps you need to buy yourself a pair, and call it your Mother's Day present to yourself?
ReplyDeleteHave a great Mother's Day!
I have a cat who apparently has superpowers. He can climb/jump anywhere (top of the closet, top of the refrigerator, even top of the shower enclosure where he snoopervises any showers taking place within. He opens drawers, sliding glass doors, and the refrigerator door for late night food raids. Nothing is safe from Bogey.
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Bogey does sound like a superhero. Does he need a cape? ;)
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