This is pretty much how it feels to live with severe anxiety when you are convinced you have a terminal illness. I will probably suffer in my next life for what I did to frogs as a little kid. Without the internet — your options for entertainment in the South as a kid were Zelda in the air-conditioned indoors or frog demolition in the dank humid smoldering outdoors. The person who bought me fireworks should have been smacked. Life in the rural South as a kid wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Allahu Akbar. RIP frog bros. ;_; Edit: Save the frogs — all of them are endangered.
About Mac McRae
I am a digital illustrator who makes postmodern whimsical monsters, people, animals and fish for kids products and companies that are young at heart.