you are now humo(u)red. (I cannot recall if you told the above story before, here, or there, to us, previously.)
Good Humor by Photo Daddio
Also, I was once able to not save a frog / toad. When I was a young lad, a couple of neighborhood kids had uncovered a hopping critter in our local circuit of homes, and curiosity got the better of them. They picked up a nearly stick / log hybrid, cornered the creature, and went WHAM! Repeatedly, to the ground. I cannot accurately recall if I, too, took part in the stomping of poor Mr. Toad, but I did feel really bad afterwards.
Kids are
not the darnedest. They're miniature sociopaths. (that's the fact, jack.)