Frogs and Flying Dressing
Is it a sign of incipient dementia when you loosen the cap on your salad dressing . . . and then proceed to shake it?
On another note, the reptile house had a new visitor on Sunday. A tiny frog. In my bathroom. Was he looking for water, since the frog pond has long since dried up? I don’t know.
Luckily I invited favorite son-in-law over for dinner since he is currently baching it while the rest of the family visits in Santa Ana. As a condition of my feeding him, I asked him to remove said frog from said bathroom. He did it but seemed to think it was pretty chickens**t of me not to corral the critter myself. After all, the frog was one-millionth the size of the giant snake I extricated.
The adventures continue (as does the work on the finish to the Sentinel Dome hike post). Soon, my friends, soon.
1. Not any more than putting the lettuce in the freezer and the ice cream in the bread box
2. Maybe your frogette ( a word Doobie invented for Scrabble) would like to join the baby lizard who summers in my bedroom a/c
I just think the only critters that should be inside are dogs and cats!
I agree–and Canadians fit in the persona non grata category, as well.
There’s room in my little pond for jr. froggie. He might even find family there. I’d let him hang with the “pet” lizard who lives in my living room but I should think it’d be too dry for him and the cats might think he’s a toy.
He might well enjoy it in your pond, but Jason let him go in my lantana bush, and who knows where he went from there. If he shows up again, I’ll save him for you.