When a man in a brown suit sullies himself in the mud…no, that’s not right…When a man in a red T-shirt sets himself on fire…that can’t be it, either…When a man in blue body paint jumps into the lake…um, I don’t think so…None of these things has the magical effect of a green animal blending into green scenery. Think of the number of creatures (grasshoppers, frogs, praying mantis’) that can camouflage themselves in the grass. We humans just can’t compete. Unless…When a man in gray pajamas stands next to a stainless steel refrigerator…nope, not even close.
Archive for the ‘Spot the Frog’ Category
I’ve never eaten a toad, nor have I known anyone who’s eaten a toad. It’s possible that a distant cousin or long-lost classmate of mine indulged their culinary curiosity by dining on toad legs at a seedy backwoods bar, but I’d like to think that’s not the case. Toads are slimy. They’re coated with a goo that, if it appeared on any other food item would cause that food item to be thrown in the garbage can, and the outside garbage can, at that. The very thought of eating one of these creatures makes me want to steer clear of anything remotely similar. Frog legs? No, thank you. Split pea soup? Yesterday, I would have loved a bowl. Today, I’m not so sure.
Nature can be ruthless, but you’d never know it from reading the comics. You’ll never see a cat chase and kill a rabbit in the funnies, even though there are plenty of cats to go around and more than a few rabbits to serve as targets. That’s why today’s Spot the Frog deserves credit for articulating the cruel realities of the food chain. See that cat in panel three? He’s hungry. He’s methodical. He’s preparing to pounce on the bird he’s eying in order to a) eat it, b) toy with it, or c) present its body to a human. None of those options are pleasant, but at least they’re accurate.
As a lifelong Chicagoan, I can identify with the bundled man in this strip. Just a few short months ago my winter wardrobe consisted of a ridiculously puffy coat, a pair of thick gloves, a pair of clunky black boots, several pairs of flannel-lined jeans, and a much-too-thin reversible cotton cap. That last item gave me fits, considering how much heat escaped from my head on cold winter mornings. But its flimsiness did make me thankful for the furry winter hat (complete with furry winter ear-flaps) that I got for Christmas. The promise of warm ears amid bitter cold made it the best present a man with a long, wintry walk to the train could receive.
Today’s Spot the Frog reminded me that, despite the patches of snow on the ground, it is still fall. Winter doesn’t officially start until December 21, although that’s usually too depressing of an idea to bear by the time early December rolls around. Like many people, I deem December 1 the unofficial start of winter, March 1 the beginning of spring, June 1 the beginning of summer, and September 1 the beginning of fall. And even though it was a bit balmy in Chicago today, I still wore my winter coat and hat, if only to soak up warmth and store it for the freezing days to come.
My fiance and I hosted a lovely Thanksgiving meal today, complete with terrific company and an awe-inspiring bird that was cooked for hours in a vat of rich chicken broth. We also took advantage of some newly discovered recipes for sweet potatoes, green beans, and cauliflower. And while our cat never made it onto the table like the beaming frog in this strip, he did make himself the center of attention through sheer force of personality. After seeing humans sitting down to eat a meal, he stalked the circumference of the table to let us know he wanted some for himself. It didn’t take long for us to relent and slip him a few thin strands of turkey.
Yesterday was a sick day, meaning I spent the entire day in bed with a terrible headache that made it hard for me to sleep and killed my appetite to boot. It was so bad that I didn’t even venture outside in the rain to gather my daily newspapers, which were no doubt soaked or stolen (or both) by the time I finally woke up at 1:00. Also, my Comics.com subscription went on the fritz late last week and of the eight strips I subscribe to I’ve only been receiving Spot the Frog. So this is the only strip I read yesterday and will have to suffice. Fortunately, it has some terrific, moody shading that’s very much in the spirit of its current Halloween story arc.