Today, as she was preparing to water a plant in our bathroom, O. was startled by a frog leaping in terror out of the flower pot. O. also leaped in terror and let out a yelp that caused me to leap. I was finally able to corner the slippery little devil and carry him out to our fishpond, where he swam about for a few seconds, then leaped into a nearby tree, where he sat looking at us in froggy reproof.
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2 comments:
Don't the frogs eat the lizards? It wasn't just 'O' who was looking on with approval as you relocated Mr. Frog!:)
"Our fishpond" - I like the sound of that. It seems so domestic.
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