Or A Spy in the House of Toad
Four years ago, my bathroom was occupied for a while with a tiny green frog. He was a welcome guest during my morning ablutions.
Last night the noise from our pond was cacophonous with the sound of frogs, toads, and insects, since it has been a decently wet spring, and this morning I spotted what looked like a gray tree frog in the kitchen sink.
I photographed it and went about my business, but as I kissed my wife and left the house, it had disappeared.
I first heard the “frog in a blender” joke from cousin Lori, at the Thanksgiving table at Grandma Barron’s, around 1980. Thinking about the hysterical laughter that erupted after she told it makes me smile to this day.
As frogs are good indicators of a healthy enviroment, you have posted the best evidence of the great place you live.
One can almost feel the moisture on its skin. Wow.
I haven’t thought of the “frog in a blender” joke in a thousand years. Thank for the memory!