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.
I’ve seen several of those itty-bitty frogs around my house. I leave them alone and let them go on their merry way. Glad you didn’t step on it. LOL
LOL…on top of my bare foot was close enough.
I love the little froggie! I love toads too. This year we have tons of little blue tailed lizards. I suspect they are prolific because of the mild winter and huge influx of insects.
Oh, Margaret!
I would love to see those lizards! Our cat, Lizard, eats all the ones she can catch.
What a little sweetie. I see them on the outside of our windows quite a bit. Thankfully, not inside, because I think the puppers would eat, then wonder what it was. (Oh, and New Puppy finally left about 8:30 last night. Whew!)
Whew, Marilyn. For a minute I thought there was going to be a new pupper in the house.
I know Boomer would have eaten it–he is, after all, a restaurant dog.