Frogs are amongst my favorite critters: when I used to housesit near a creek in Spring, sometimes when I'd get home, there'd be a froglet stuck right next to the door, as if just waiting for me to scoop him up and (almost) kiss him! (Instead, I'd take him in the house, wash him off [they'd always do surprise squirts on my hand, sigh...], spend some time playing with him and then release him. But one of them jumped out of my hand, gluing himself to the bathroom mirror, and then hopping down to my toothbrush, hugging it as tho it were the mast of a sinking ship.) I thrilled to hear the frog fantasias in "E Sharp" (E as in ecstatic, bec. they were praising their precious li'l hearts out) for days after the rain.
Those were loveable minis, anywhere from an inch to 2 inches big. On the other hand, THIS fella, he's just downright scary!
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The little critters come to my house in the summer for drinks and for bathing. Sometimes, I will go to the bathroom and there one sits in the stool! How do they ever get up into the house and into the stool? Sometimes they will burrow deep into my hugh potted plants, and when I begin to water the flowers, they will peek out. I don't know who is more shocked--they or I.
Oh, this is a delightful reply, Angie! You ought to tell about them @ your blog. Thanx for this precious little vignette!
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(PS: their seeking out, er, refreshment in that unconventional waterhole is reminiscent of dogs: maybe the canines are a bad role-model for the mini-croakers? ROTFL!)
Not to be mean... But I always liked the platic frogs that didn't move or do anything. But when it comes to real frogs... COUNT ME OUT! My brother always used to chase me around with frogs when we were youngsters. But if I ever saw that frog in my house, I'd call my boyfriend and then tell the dog to get it. lol.
Not mean at all, A.L.! (Thanx 4 stopping by my blog!) I could see why you'd harbor a bad taste in your mouth about the riveters after that kind of harrassment. (I guess in that respect, I'm 5tunate I never had any brothers!) And no doubt the dog would have a blast first with the chase and then with the delectable morsel!
