On Monday while waiting for the plumber, I was surprised by a little friend. To my credit, I didn’t scream when it jumped on my bare foot. I’m sure I scared it as much as it scared me. I have this love of frogs–not toads–but not that up close and personal. After Dustin left, I captured the sweet thing before it got strangled in the mountain of dog hair that hides behind the laundry room door.
Here is the frog in the tree. I hope it escaped before the cats noticed.