Miso Soup and Hibachi and...Frogs

I spent an evening with an old friend of mine, helping him cook Hibachi. I cut up carrots for his pan-fried rice and chopped mushrooms and green onions for miso soup. The miso had so much flavor! I was surprised at the burst of flavor on my tongue and I thought it tasted better than restaurant fare. When I told him this, he waved a hand and said that restaurants tried to rip you off. We continued cooking while we discussed food and mixed drinks and fine forms of cooking. Soon, his neighbors came over for dinner and we went to pick up his best friend so she could join us as well. After dinner, we sat around talking about pet peeves, history, animals that we were afraid of, and hairy men who shouldn't take their shirts off.

One neighbor, Zach, said that he was deathly afraid of frogs and then continued to tell the story of how his phobia began. He was visiting his cousin and she wanted to show him her pet frog. Well, as soon as she had it in her hands and showed it to Zach, the frog jumped up and attached itself to Zach's face. He didn't know what to do so he screamed, flailed his arms, and ended up flinging the frog across the room. Of course, his cousin starts screaming, "You KILLED it!" and Zach tried to apologize, saying that he didn't know what to do.

"Did it die?" his roommate asked.
"No, but it did go into a coma for a few days."

I swear, I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time.