(If you’re new here, you may want to start with The Great Decluttering.)
I’m not sure if my dog was delighted or horrified when he found out I’d kept this dead frog. On the one hand, he loves exotic foods; on the other hand, he was afraid I’d murdered it myself.
My dad actually found its corpse in a field when I was in second grade and correctly guessed I’d want to take it to show-and-tell. This, as you can imagine, made me immensely popular with the ladies. Well, that and my keen sense of style*.
*For reference, I’m including my class picture from that year. In case it isn’t obvious, I’m the only one there that would make you think, “Yeah, that looks like the type of kid who would keep a dead frog around for 41 years.”