In the spring these tiny frogs come out. Their only about the size of a quarter. Their spring peepers. If you get too close to them they trill, but at night they peep to find a mate & I always found it to be a beautiful sound. It meant spring was coming!
Past couple of yrs I've been cringing at hearing them. I couldn't understand how I could hate a sound I grew up with.
Few days ago I heard my first one...a bit early for them, but I realized my abuser would comment about them & we'd stand outside & listen. This new memory flooded me, but explained why I had this bad feeling & couldn't explain it.

I hate when stuff sneaks up on me like that. I just bought myself a pair of really good boots to do yard work in. Crocks aren't cutting it. So my H says "gee, aren't those triggering for you bec they look like horseback riding boots."

Yup. Put the boots in the goodwill pile.

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