|Fidel Bonaventure Jumping-Castle II|
Monday, September 3, 2012
A Noun is a Naming Word: Frog edition
You might have noticed that I name things that some people don't name. Like Simon the spider, and Gordon and Gary the geckos, and Johnny Rotten the possum and all his punk friends. Now, apparently because I'm not six, this is a little strange. And to those people I say: Fine, disregard the opportunity to invest your life with a little imagination. It costs nothing, but hey, it's your choice. I won't judge you -- oh wait, I just did.
See what I did there?
I first started naming frogs when I was about eight, and lived in a small town called Monto. One tiny green frog turned up on the screen of my bedroom window. He was called Ferdinand, and first of many frogs. I think I was up to seven by the time we moved. The frogs and I got on really well, except for that one night I opened the screen and Ferdinand joined me in bed. I screamed, he panicked, and we were both traumatised for a while.
My current window sill frog is called Fidel Bonaventure Jumping-Castle. He is actually Fidel Bonaventure Jumping-Castle the Second (the double barrel surname is because he's an aristocrat, obviously). His namesake, the original Fidel Bonaventure Jumping-Castle, was a very agéd green tree frog with skin as dark as rainforest moss and prominent hip bones. Each wet season he sat on my window sill and sang rain songs.
Fidel Bonaventure Jumping-Castle the Second is, I suspect, my former toilet bowl frog. There is obviously a strict hierarchical system in place. When the king dies, the toilet bowl frog is promoted to the window sill, and one of the downpipe frogs takes over toilet bowl duties.
When I first moved into my house I was still a bit nervous of frogs thanks to Ferdinand. I liked them, but I didn't like how they have no way to indicate which way they are going to jump. Now, thanks to the toilet bowl frogs, I'm very good at catch and release. I mean, it's either that or pee on them. And you know how you should never turn your back on someone you don't trust? Well, there are other things you should never expose as well. That's just common sense.
"Why," someone at work asked me once, "have you given a name like that to a frog?"
Because Fidel Bonaventure Jumping-Castle isn't just a name. It's a story waiting to be told, and I like to cram as many of those as I can into my life.
Imagination: Use it or Lose It.
Do you exercise your imagination by naming things?