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Eat ‘em or bury ‘em? 🐸 An Oral History Tale As Told By Kester Stoot

The Blacklick Frog Rain

It starts with a tell-tale THUD... 🐸

Every three generations, give or take, frogs fall across Blacklick, Virginia. You won’t hear folks talk about them much, because they’re so few and far between these days.

When they do talk, folks say these frogs have properties. From charming a man to killing a man, women would cook up spells and the men, being men, would eat.

As you know, southerners eat some strange things. Get a special recipe for frog legs from this new American oral history folk tale. 👩‍🍳

Kester Stoot, recently reported missing 👀, relates the oral tale to us as he first experienced the phenomenon of falling frogs.

He says that folks would shovel them up, bury the bodies and burn them in droves, but the frogs kept falling. His last words to us may give us a clue as to how to stop the deluge, due to fall soon.