I manage to keep most wildlife outside of the house where it can be observed but not interacted with. I prefer it this way. I love to watch wild animals but I don’t want them touching my stuff.
So imagine my surprise @ 630 this morning when I found the huge bastard of a frog on the wrong side of my bedroom window.
The room was mostly dark but I noticed the silhouette on my way to the bathroom. I realized that I was seeing a whole tree frog instead of its underside. It would have to go.
I pulled the covers over Gabbys head and turned on the light. I grabbed a solo cup intending to trap it and release it.
It was patient enough to wait in the same spot.
When I made my move, all hell broke loose.
I forgot that frogs pee when they are scared
It pissed down the window pane, then hilarity ensued as I chased it around the room and across my bed. It jumped to walls and furniture. It made nasty smacking noises each time it landed on a hard surface. This was accompanied by a chorus of barks from the dogs and and encouragement from Gabby who had not actually been asleep.
When I finally caught the thing, I took it outside the front door to release it. Accompanied by Gabby and the puppy, I gave the frog its freedom with well wishing and encouragement.
I forgot that I now have two cats. The cats bring us daily gifts. We have gotten dragonflies, a small brown snake, and various… frogs.
As soon as I released the frog, the cats came out of nowhere and went nuts on the porch trying to hunt the thing. I don’t know how it ended but the frog, the cats, and a dog ended up under the house. I listened for a moment and then closed the door on the cacophony of barks, growls, and hisses under my feet.
Breakfast wasn’t gonna make itself.
An escape from the suburbs and corporate America spawned a journey into rural living. Writer, wife, mother, and local chicken lady, join me as I fail, fail, fail! and learn along the way.