Rica/Rico

from M:

Our house is wrapped around a most gentle and peaceful little garden and in the little garden is a little "water feature" - we call it the pond.  Last summer a little frog moved in.  We have been entertained and delighted by this bullfrog beyond reason.  We named her Frederica.  She likes to sit on the ledge of the pond and do what frogs do all day. Nothing. Cole and Beckett (precious grandsons) always look for her when they visit. If she's there, they shriek "Rica's out!" We watched her grow to be a big fat beautiful bullfrog. Sometime last fall, I decided Rica was actually Rico - a male. I can't remember why I decided this. Everybody adjusted well to the news. Rico did nothing. During the winter, he hibernated in the bottom of the pond and somehow managed to survive the cold. I worried about him daily. Then one day the daffodils and Rico announced spring. There he was, a little skinnier than before, sitting in the summer doing what he does - nothing.     

Bill got a new camera for Christmas and has now photographed Rico hundreds of times. Really. I was admiring some of the pictures, went to trusted Google, and discovered - Rico really is Rica. A female. We have photographic evidence.  Again we adjusted the vowel at the end of her name.  No problem.  Rica did nothing. But two weeks ago I realized we hadn't seen her for a couple of days. By the weekend I was really worried. I missed that silly frog. (Here comes the good part.)

Then miraculously, one week later, Rica returned. Bill said she finally did something. She was conflicted, had socially inflicted gender identity issues and had gone to Virginia to pee.