The family and I recently built a farmhouse. On a farm.
It is bit of a change from suburban living.
[Enter the frog]
In this record-breaking heat, I have been spending an exorbitant amount of time watering plants. The other day, I went to turn off the spigot when I saw movement and quickly pulled my hand back. This little guy greeted me there and I thought, "Well this is new."
He let me turn off the water and even stayed long enough for me to come back out with the camera for a little photo session. I found him to be a charming fellow.
Fast-forward to a couple of weeks later.
I woke up, walked into the bathroom to use the restroom (mind you, this is on the second floor) and a new frog decided to introduce himself... by jumping at my rear-end from the inside of the toilet bowl. He then escaped out of the toilet and began manically jumping around the floor.
I, understandably, ran screaming.
A few minutes later, after the hyperventilation stopped, I took a hand-towel, coaxed him into the towel, and released him into the flower bed.
I am now that paranoid woman who inspects toilets thoroughly before use.
And I don't find Mr. Frog quite so charming anymore.