To The Frog I Had To Dissect In 8th Grade

Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc on Unsplash

First of all, I’d just like to say, “I’m sorry.” And I say that with a degree of sincerity that can only come from being a woman who traps spiders in cups and carries them outside to continue their hairy, horrifying, multi-legged lives.

I’m sorry, frog, that you were murdered in the furtherance of…what, exactly?

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Legal secretary by day, insomniac by night. BA, MA. Humor, pop culture, and things that make you think. bevpotter.substack.com

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Bev Potter

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Legal secretary by day, insomniac by night. BA, MA. Humor, pop culture, and things that make you think. bevpotter.substack.com

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