He Woke Up !

I couldn't stand it any longer, so after dinner I armed myself with a giant squirt bottle, ready to dislodge that darn frog. My dear friend, Doris, who lives in my hometown, emailed me today after reading my last blog. It seems that she was so distraught that she googled information regarding frogs and methods used to, let's say, motivate them to move on down the road. She recommended that, perhaps, I could use a little salt water. She had read that frogs don't like salt water.

Now, I don't feel one way or another about frogs, but I don't want to be responsible for a frog having an anxiety attack on my property. But I thought I would use another squirt or two to get him moving. Relax, I didn't use salt water, only regular tap water from the kitchen faucet.

Let's just say I got his attention. Out came his legs and he started moving up. Sorry about the quality of this image, but I was juggling a camera and a squirt bottle. Also, this was taken around 8:30 P.M. and the light wasn't the best.

As you can see, the little ... amphibian left a deposit on my door.

At this point he is going nuts. This is war! I think he finally figured out that the only way out was to turn around and face downward. Notice my husband in the background, talking on the phone and totally oblivious to what was going on three feet away?

Good night, frog. I hope you're gone in the morning.