While We're on the Subject of Frogs...

This is what I found in my office tonight.

I heard some scratching noise in the corner. Thought perhaps it was our cat. She's doing strange things right now. She's in heat, Lord help us all. (I swear I will call the vet tomorrow to schedule the "procedure"!). ANYwayssss....it dawned on me that her bell was tinkling down the hall, not in the corner beside me.

Hmmmm, after closer inspection, I spotted a frog, sitting on a box under my little bookcase. Now tell me, just how in tarnation does a damn frog get into your house? Can you imagine the blood-curdling scream that would have come from my mouth in the middle of the night if I had stepped on this frog on one of the many trips I take around our house to 1) Let the whining dog out. 2) Shut the howling cat in the laundry room. 3) Turn the air con down cuz I woke up sweating. 4) Put clothes in the dryer cuz I can't seem to get it done during normal hours. or 5) Make the ever popular trip to the bathroom?

I holler to my son, "Com'mere, com'mere! Come catch this dang frog!" Expecting him to come running to my aid... quickly...HA! But he tells me that it's a toad, not a froooog!!! What's the difference, I ask. "uh, duh...toads give you warts, and I ain't touching it!" The thought runs through my head, what kind of boy are you? And then I say it out loud, oops! Aren't ALL boys supposed to like frogs? Isn't it just an old wives tale about toads and warts? Com'mon boy, get with the program! Quit being a sissy and catch this thing before your momma freeeeaks! Weren't you and your cousin just pokin' a dead deer a few days ago? (photos coming soon).

He did finally get it to jump into a box and tossed it outside. But all night long I keep catching myself peering into that corner! And for the most part, what did I have boys for if I can't count on them to catch critters that want to make their home inside MY home? huh?

over and out