Exploding frog

A series of lucky coincidences led us to LOOP on Sunday evening, a tiny, smoke filled club halfway between Aoyama and Shibuya. I'd been invited down by one of the DJs, Aroop Roy, a Brit who I'd met at work whilst eating a quick lunch, and he was sitting nervously ramrod straight on his first day of work. We got chatting and he mentioned the next event, a day club called Absolute, which he organized with various Tokyoites.
Very cool and friendly crowd of about 50 people, with a mixture of latin Breaks, jazz, soul, house and hip hop. Loved it! Miyu came along too and, considering she hates clubs, was impressed and we had a dance, people spotted, met interesting people who all seemed so bursting with energy and life.
We left after cheering Aroop on as he spun some silky tunes, and walked home in the drizzling rain, stopping at Miyu's favorite ramen shop called Kitakata ramen, and eating steaming bowls of perfect ramen, stacked high with onion to keep us warm.
As we appraoched our home, walking quickly down the steep hill from Ebisu, Miyu thought she saw something glisten on the road. She bent down for a closer look, and suddenly let out a disgusted shout. "Oooh, yuck! Exploded frog." Sure enough, as I looked down, there was what remained of a frog, blown to pieces but still recognizable. We contemplated this find for a moment, thought about moving the remains off the road, but couldn't really stomach it, so carried on home instead, trying to imagine what had happened to the poor little frog.