Despite my unintentional act of reducing the number of frogs around here last summer, these creatures still have the courage to show their cute little ribbity faces around our house.
This one, appropriately named "Froggy," let us catch him yesterday afternoon. Though Thomas named him, Rosemarie gets to take the credit for having found him sitting quietly beside our downspouts. If she'd had it her way, she would have squashed him with one big open-handed-baby-smash. (Some call this petting.) But i had to make up for last year's accident and spare him a similar fate.
So instead of being squished to death underfoot/underhand, he was subjected to temporary captivity and toted around the yard, up and down the slide, through the sandbox, and various other places you'd find an unleashed preschooler on a spring afternoon. Finally, after some pictures and with fewer tears than we anticipated, Froggy was released back into the wild where he belongs.
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Thomas is looking like he smells "Froggy" and isn't liking it much. Rosemarie is very involved in watching "Froggy", I'd say she's contemplating a way in which to get to him.
Actually - and i hesitate to make this public knowledge, lest it become fodder for future girlfriends - the next picture i have is of a certain somebody with his finger up his nose....
HAHAHA... great post and pic...
Don't worry about the girl friend/finger issue... as long as the seminary doesn't hold it against him (and he's got the issue under control) it shouldn't interfere with his vocation :)
That's a fairly big frog. Any idear what variety?
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