So, that (above) was yesterday, and I have to say, it's a winning strategy.
For example, while snapping endless macro photos of our three little amphibian friends yesterday (well, really, I only photo'ed the one who was willing to pose and act as a representative for the other two), I realized that they need names. I mean, really, you can't keep an animal in a plastic critter habitat without naming it. I think Virginia might have laws about that. Realizing this (the need for names, not the legal ramifications), I was suddenly overcome with the massive responsibility of naming these three little guys. I never got around to naming the triops, and they eventually met a sad demise, which might have had more to do with forgetting to feed them than forgetting to name them, but it's probably best to be on the safe side and both feed and name these new members of our household. Or porchhold. I didn't think A/C inside the house would be good for them.
Anyway, the idea of having to come up with three good names for three tiny toads really bummed me out. But then I thought, oho! (I did, really.)(No, not really, but it sounds like something I'd think.) They can be the Frogs of Justice. Nevermind that they're actually probably toads, they just cry out to be called frogs. Frogs of Justice. With appropriately justice-y names.
See? Justice makes everything awesomer. Look at that guy. He's badass.
This is where you come in. I know that out there, somewhere, in the imagination of my readers, are the PERFECT Justice Frog names. You might wish to become more acquainted with them while pondering their names.
This is a shining example of typical Justice Frog stance. Note that he is poised, ready to spring into action. One never knows when the foes of Justice might strike. On the right we see the end of an unripe fig. The toad (when not answering the call of Justice, he passes as an ordinary toad) sits upon a fig leaf, as if to say "I will not be stopped by whose who wish to censor my stark, naked righteousness."
Here we see our FoJ friend scanning the horizon for iniquity. Below him rests a raspberry. Diminutive size is no impediment to his integrity.
The Frog of Justice sets his sights on moral depravity, which more often than not takes the form of a young spider cricket captured on damp laundry in the basement. Our hero's hunger for virtue is insatiable.
What shall we name this noble threesome? Now opening the nominations...of Justice!!
