Friday, July 18, 2014

Frog adventures

Mornings aren't my thing, and it takes a while for me to open my eyes and actually see something. Isn't it strange how you go to bed awake and wake up super tired? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Anyway, it took a few minutes to spot the very large frog on the living room floor.

It was huge, and looked dead. No movement, closed eyes, entangled in dog hair... It looked almost collapsed, if that makes any sense, and I worried that one of the dogs might have found it first and chewed on it. I know some Florida toads are poisonous. When it comes to frogs, no idea. And how the heck did it get in here?

I tipped our spare food bowl over it, so the doggies wouldn't get the idea to taste dead frog, and proceeded with their morning routine.

But, what should I do with it? It was beautiful, and it deserved a proper frog burial. Where could I bury it where the dogs wouldn't dig it up? Had it come to the house to die, or did something inside kill it?

The froggie would have to wait. I needed doggies to do their outside stuff, have breakfast, and settle down enough to be locked in my office. Some things are just easier to deal with if there aren't four curious dogs helping. LOL!

Removing the bowl, I tried to push my super-cool hot-pink dustpan under the frog. It opened its eyes, looked like, "What the hell are you doing?" and jumped away to the kitchen.

I'm not afraid of frogs, they're really cute, but it startled me and I yelped. I hate that I do that - I sound like a huge wuss - but the sound just comes out without any conscious decision.

Naturally, that woke hubs. He probably thought I was being murdered or something.

He said, "What are you doing?"

My answer came out in one long breath. It's a miracle the man makes any sense out of anything I say. "There's this really big frog and I thought he was dead so I was taking him out but he's alive and jumped away and I caught him and he's really big and beautiful and I don't know what to do."

Hubs said, "I see. How did you catch him?"

He was, of course, smart enough to push a thin piece of cardboard under the bowl so we could carry froggie outside. We put him on a chair so he wouldn't have to battle the fire ants on the ground, and once he realized he was free and outside, he jumped away.

Hubs also solved the mystery of froggie's origin. He said, "I thought I saw something jump in here last night." The poor thing probably spent the night under the sofa or something. I hope he makes it. I should have taken a photo of him, but I didn't think of that.

That was my morning. How 'bout you? Did you have any adventures?

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