Yesterday after our ride, I was about to put my bike back in the garage when I noticed some crud all over the top of my front derailler, looked like maybe some asphalt-mud splatter. I was about to pick it off with my fingers when some little inner wise-country-girl voice told me to investigate further before I touched it.
It was about an inch and a half around, sort of starfish shaped, and on closer examination I realized it was a frog! It was squished and mummified looking, flattened and stuck on there in a mid-leap position with his little arms wrapped around the derailler. GROSS! I figured out that I must have run over him and he must have stuck on my back tire and then gotten flung right down unto my derailler like a spitball as the tire rotated.
Man was I glad i hadn't started picking him off with my fingers!! I felt bad for him of course. I did consider leaving him on there like a tiny riding mascot/hood ornament type object, but decided against it.
As a singer of traditional ballads, I couldn't help but make a little change to the old folksong as I was cleaning him off my bike with wet paper towels:
Froggie went a' bikin' and he did ride, uh-Huh, uh-Huh
Froggie went a' bikin' and he did ride, uh-Huh, uh-Huh
Froggie went a' bikin' and he did ride,
Rolled out flat like a naugha-hyde, uh-Huh, uh-Huh.