It happened to me once but it was dead, flat and dry and I picked it up because I could see its fragile skeleton and it was moving (uh like emotionnally moving for me, not zombie-frog moving). Sometimes I look at it, next to the butterfly I also found dead in the street and I swear I'm not a psycho, I just love these precious and fragile creatures.
...And I see frogs here on a regular basis too :D
Yes I understand. My studies in paleontology gave me a new way to look at bones and corpses so I only see this as poetic and fragile, I mean we used to pet the horse's skull and talk to it. I get this isn't the way everyone sees skeletons!
Oh, that's different. Bones that have been extracted and treated for study aren't the same as bones with rotting flesh still on them.
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I think I get what you're saying though. Every bit of bone has a history behind it, and that's probably what you see. Like, it was once alive, it lead a full life, and even after death it remained intact and existed through certain events until it was found. So it has stories to tell, much as living person would.
I gotta add that my dead frog was really dried up and not rotting. Stinkiness and slimy texture are the limits of poetry :D
But yes you put it very nicely!!
...And I see frogs here on a regular basis too :D
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I think I get what you're saying though. Every bit of bone has a history behind it, and that's probably what you see. Like, it was once alive, it lead a full life, and even after death it remained intact and existed through certain events until it was found. So it has stories to tell, much as living person would.
But yes you put it very nicely!!