Way back when I was a sophmore in high school a friend of mine and I were asked to collect bull frogs for the biology class. I used to live in a rural town in the San Joaquin Valley then. We went frog hunting from dusk till about one o clock in the morning. We had collected about 100 - 120 bull frogs. (very alive) We kept them in a large icechest in the back of my 1969 VW Bug. On the way home we decided to go into the local supermarket parking lot and cause some mischief. Well we got spotted by one of the local PD. Being young and thinking we could get away with anything, we took off! Lights out, hauling a$$ down a country road. The cop was about a quarter mile behind when we exit stage right off a side road. Dive into the nearest driveway and hit the deck. The cop cruised by all the houses in the area and finally left. Meanwhile....we realized that the icechest with all the frogs had dumped over. We got all of them back into the icechest and took off for home. I didn't figure out for a couple weeks why the car did not have full throttle after our little adventure. Time (and smell) has a way of telling you whats wrong. I found one of our bigger bull frogs squashed behind the gas pedal.
