Some people might call him obsessed, but to his friends, Glen Moore is the Frogman.
"I never knew a frog to bite anybody and hurt 'em," Moore said. "I like to hear them croaking."
Moore has a massive collection of frogs - stuffed, ceramic, plastic, wood and cement. Some he bought, others were gifts; All of them have a place in or around his home. Some guard his flower beds, others live on various window sills and a bunch pack a set of shelves in his bedroom.
"I've been at it for years," he said. "I lost count somewhere around 200."
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Recently, Moore decided to share his collection with the rest of the town. The curb at the intersection of North White Street and Old Nation Road has been damaged for months. For a while, he would stack the broken pieces of concrete and put a small frog on top. But soon afterwards, someone would take the frog. He lost six of them, but he didn't mind.
"If they want 'em, let 'em have it," he said.
Now the broken concrete is gone. In its place, Moore left a massive, green concrete amphibian waving and smiling. It weighs in the 25- to 30-pound range. It's been there nearly a month.
"Frogs don't bother nobody," Moore said. "I've heard they've got one tree frog down in Africa that's poisonous, but I'm not going to go there."
Moore said he put the frog at the intersection to spread a little cheer to Fort Mill, a town he loves, and has called home since 1939. At 83, Moore spent 25 years working for Springs and another 20 with Celanese. Now his time is devoted to his grandchildren and great grandchildren; his church, the American Legion, his garden and, of course, the frogs.
He never kept any live frogs. Moore says he prefers the fake ones. A friend from church once gave him a live frog in a jar as a birthday present, but Moore decided to release it into Lake Haigler, which is not far from the end of his street.
"I let him down right gently and he hopped off into the water," he said. "He was happy."
Moore's fascination with frogs has extended to some of his family. One of his granddaughters played Glen the Frog at Rock Hill's Come see Me Festival one year. Now his great grandchildren play with many of his unbreakable frogs when they come by.
The only worry is that he's running out of space to store them. His collection already competes for space with his wife Doris' collection of angels.
She has about as many angels as he does frogs.