Two
of our grandsons spent the morning with me. It was fun. We did a little
gardening and then swam a while. They were concerned for the safety of a
hapless frog who had wound up in the pool, unable to get out. We tried
to scoop it up in a plastic container so we could take it to safety, but
we couldn't catch it. I went back to the pool this evening and there
Mr. Frog was next to the side, still alive
and within reach. I reached my hand over the poolside and grabbed
it--but it struggled and slipped through my helping hand. If it gets
near the skimmer it is all over. I'll look one more time this evening
and maybe put a board or something to where it may be able to climb
out.~ God gave this creature the instinctive tools that usually work to
help it survive. But in this odd circumstance, within an unnatural
environment, the frog would do much better to allow me to pick it up and
carry it to safety. God also put me and the boys there to try and help.
The frog's natural instincts for survival are misplaced this time. The
inability to ascertain good from bad and resulting unfounded fears
renders this poor creature a captive of its own animal nature. Unless a
caring and more powerful being intervenes and carries it kicking and
croaking to safety.