This Monday was one of those days I’d rather not relive. A total bummer from beginning to end, capped off with a shoe full of frog urine. The only positive note was that it didn’t melt the skin from my foot. Plus, it took my mind off of COVID for only a brief moment. I’ve always liked frogs and toads. Cute little things, never causing much harm. Then one day, my since-dear-departed dog Linda picked up a frog between her lips, maybe it looked tasty, who knows (Linda always loved to eat), and after she dropped it, she started foaming this white ...