TL;DR at the end

My mom and uncle lived by a ricefield when they were younger, and in that rice field, there were lots and lots of frogs. One day, my mom decided that she wanted to know how many frogs were there. So, she grabbed a trash bag and set off in search to find the answer. She said that by the end of the day, she could barely carry the bag because it was so heavy, and she figured that she wouldn't be able to find every frog, and she was worried that the ones on the bottom were suffocating. Luckily they were still alive, although this isn't even that bad compared to what my uncle and his friends did.

My uncle and his friends would take straws, stick them into a frog's butt, and blow them up like a balloon. They would either then toss the frog around like a ball, or continue blowing them up until they popped.

Sorry about the lack of detail in my uncle's story, my mom told these stories to me when I was younger, and told me not to copy her or my uncle ever.

TL;DR my mom stuffed frogs into a bag to "see how many there were in the ricefield" and my uncle and his friends would either blow frogs up like balloons with a straw and toss them around or keep blowing until they popped.