This post is going to be different than the others. I’m going to tell a story here. A story of a little green frog who was just looking for a home.
Froggy came into my life as a bookmark. I’m not sure how long ago that was now, but H gave him to me. Or lent him to me. I can’t remember which. I’m not one for using actual bookmarks – for some reason, I’d rather use receipts or random notes. I’ve been given many a bookmark over the years, but it’s almost like I’m afraid of losing a real bookmark. I read a lot, too. It’s a weird quirk of mine.
H and I moved to our current home in the middle of September. I’m not sure where Froggy was at that point. Lost somewhere in the apartment, looking for a home, I would guess. I distinctly remember using my computer (a two year old Macbook Pro) to watch Transformers with H not long after the move.[ii]
Between then and the weekend Catching Fire opened in theaters, my CD/DVD drive stopped working.[iii]
And still, Froggy was no where to be found.
Flash forward to last Thursday, January 2nd. I was home from work, nursing my running injury and trying to do some writing and blogging. I moved my computer, and felt something in poking out of the CD drive. The detective in me was curious. I knew it wasn’t working, so I thought maybe this would explain why. But upon further investigation, my fingers were too big to pull out the small piece of clear plastic that was poking out.
I went and got a tweezers.[iv]
Lo and behold! There was Froggy! Mystery solved.
Now, in all seriousness, I have no idea how Froggy got inside my computer. That’s entirely another mystery. But the CD/DVD drive works again, thank goodness. Froggy didn’t do any lasting damage by taking up a home inside my Macbook.
And we all lived happily ever after.
Except for Ole, who is apparently leery of Froggy.
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[i] He doesn’t actually have a name. He’s made of plastic, after all. But I am calling him Froggy for the purposes of this story.
[ii] No, we are not still college students. But H’s good TV hadn’t been hooked up yet, or the DVD player wasn’t hooked up yet, or something like that. Moving is stressful.
[iii] That’s super specific, I know. But I tried to burn the soundtrack to Catching Fire for K before we went to the movie, and I couldn’t. It kept making weird noises and spitting the disc back out. I was frustrated, because I hate dealing with the Apple Store. And I figured that was my only option.
[iv] This is going to sound ridiculous, but I credit my Chemistry degree for this solution. I have had to fish many a paper towel out of test tubes with a tweezers. It was the first thing that popped into my head.