Has anybody heard this idiom before?

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I think that first bit about the support group explains it all, so please don't be too hard on yourself. I hope the support group goes good for you and is helpful over time.

The frog was in a sock not a bag, so the cat couldn't have eaten it. (Jokes)

Now the letting a cat out of the bag, makes no sense. A cat in a bag is pretty obvious, they run about the place like a frog in a sock, so they are not exactly hidden.

The frog got put in the sock after the cat left. They were grateful to not have had to worry since the cat didn't want to be around people who bagged him......

Will have to take this up at a later time. Love the round robin story telling thing though...LOL

. I am sitting here in my underwear, need to get dressed and ready to go....AAAAaaaauuuugggghhhh!! !!

Good question.

In the middle ages it was common for you to go to town to buy a pig. And the person selling you a pig might well keep the "pig" hidden in a poke (bag) so you wouldnt be able to see that the valuable "pig" he was selling you was really a worthless squirming alley cat.

But if the guy, or his accomplices, lost their grip on the bag and the cat got out, and ran off before your eyes then...they had "let the cat out of the bag" and could no longer fool you by "selling you a pig in a poke". So if you know the history you know that "pig in a poke", and "cat out of the bag", are the logical flip sides of the same idiomatic coin.

Frog in a sock? Boys in the country love to catch frogs and put them into inappropriate places. I guess that may include other people's socks.

So the cat was hypothetical? If that's the case the frog didn't need to worry, he could just go bouncing around in his stripey sock all day ...Did somebody say the cat was hypothetical or did my brain just throw that in there without asking me first? How do you let a hypothetical cat out of a bag anyway?

A frog in a sock would go off like a bull in a China shop.

I think both are both hypothetical and non hypothetical. There's the sayings and then the 'actual' ones. To be honest I'm not entirely sure. There's the two sayings, them getting crossed (so the cat and frog are in a sock or a bag together or one after the other). I think also the bags and socks are also both hypothetical and non hypothetical.

I think regardless of whether the cat was hypothetical the frog would eventually die in the sock so he should worry, should he end up in a sock.

See I wikied (like googled but on wikipedia) the saying and it said that one and then one about some navy thing but it said snopes says these are true. The cat/pig one makes sense though, whether snopes/wiki can be relied upon though, I'm not sure.

Or maybe the before the cat got there, and whose to say the cat and bag, and frog and sock are even in the same country? And cats tend to get trapped in bags themselves, unlike frogs which are forcefully put into socks.

Also why don't we put the cat in a sock and a frog in a bag. There's two whole new sayings. What they'd mean I'm not sure. The cat would be trapped and stuck like a cat sock burrito. And the frog would be even safer as the cat would be suck.

He would die in one of my socks, cat or no cat
But anyway, surely everyone knows, you should never ever put a frog in a sock in a cat in a bag. It will never turn out well.

Wait, is the cat eating the frog and the sock whilst in a bag?

OK....I just got back and boy, did this stuff take on a life of it's own. It was a fun read to get through it all. I really love the deconstruction. Too cool

As for boys putting frogs in places....well...that was me....I always, and still do to a great degree, put everything in my pockets. Been a while since it was frogs, dead bugs and lizards though...LOL

I dared someone to put a frog in his mouth, he did. Worms I get, frogs on the other hand, bit gross. Though he didn't eat it, unlike the worms.

I would have been the doof to do it too. I am so completely non germaphobic it's really scary. I had to help butcher animals, I had to clan after animals. I had to go camping (wow, that almost got typoed into 'vamping and it would have really read completely different. Seriously...read the sentence again and replace the word...yup...zkydz...boy gigolo to the wilderness) many, many times for a week on end, backpacking miles and miles away from nowhere but critters.

You dropped food, you picked it up and ate it because you had only so many rations because of weight restrictions for a week out. You got cut, you did what you needed to do and kept moving on. I sliced my left index fingertip to the bone out in the wilds of the Okefenokee swamp in a canoe. If you know the science behind a lot of things, you can get over the icky part. So, spurting blood from a contaminated knife (god knows what I sliced with it before) and not enough potable water to wash it with...what do you do? You wash it in the swamp water. I literally put my finger over the edge of the canoe into the swamp. The tanic acid is so strong that it will disinfect the wound enough to last until you get to a water source and can make a fire. Then you can boil all the water you want. Even with gator crap, snake spit and fish splooge and frog farts, it never got infected.

Also, you would not believe some of the things I've eaten. My father is a full blown Aspie. When he was young, he would never eat anything unless my grandmother made exactly what he wanted. He grew up with that embarrassment and he was bound and determined I would not suffer through that. My stepfather wouldn't care just woulda beat me if I dropped any food. I know....I dropped a lot of things.

Even to this day, my father reacts very strongly to certain things and is highly critical of things that are new and or the taste combo is not just right.

When he was a toddler, my grandmother made a harness and would tie him to a stake in the front yard. He had about a ten foot tether.

My dad was hard on me. My stepfather was brutal. My mother ws unfit and abandoned me on a roadside at 14 for me to find my own way back to my dads house (3 hours straight drive...14 by bus) because I told her I didn't want to deal with her husband.

My mom (stepmother...and the title MOM is deserved and earned every day of my life) is and has been my saving grace. Without her, I would be in jail, prison or dead.

Oh yeah...I have eaten frog and many, many other things...at least once. I will give anything that one shot. Well, not anything.....I did see pickled bull penis in a restaurant in China, sooooooo.....I just did not look appetizing at all.

Can confirm, though it's quite a rare expression even here and I've only ever heard it or saw it used once or twice.