I walked out into the kitchen this morning and gave a curious look to something on the floor which shouldn’t be, not recognizing what it was. When I took a step closer and it moved suddenly… AAAAAH! I went running the other way! π It was a HUGE FROG!
How did he get in my house?
When I went back towards him to try and encourage him to hop out the back door, he saw me coming, SQUEAKED! (Awww…) and hopped away from me in fear. Poor guy. Who knows how long he’s been trapped in the house? I wonder if he’s the one I deliberately avoided killing a couple weeks in a row as I mowed the lawn? If so, he’s gotten pretty big, fast!
I got him outside, then found a little plastic dish, and put it out there, just in case he needed a drink. π