I never was a big guy on frogs. I enjoyed the peepers at nearby ponds chirping at twilight, but catching frogs and handling them in my hands was not something I was excited about at all. The best places to see them and catch them were in Evergreen, the nearby cemetery. Creeping silently along the banks, Leo and Eddie were were skilled artisans of the hunt. On every trip to the ponds, they'd come back with one or two BIG ones. Me? All I ever got was the splash, splash, splash sounds of these creatures escaping into deeper waters, and that was fine with me. Now, I never believed the tales of getting warts from these green amphibians. I just disliked the whole idea of having them squirming around in my hands.
I'm still chuckling at that Far Side cartoon of the couple in a restaurant with the large sign "Frog legs our specialty", and out of the kitchen comes a frog on a roller skate. hahaha!