Where the wild things are

There was a frog in our bathroom last night. There have been other frogs. Many, actually. We found a frog in our kitchen a few weeks ago. He was just jumping around over by a window looking very much out of place on our marble floor until I scooted him back outside. There are mice under the first floor stairs and often entire flocks of birds in the third floor bedroom (you have no idea how creepy that is). There are mosquitos and spiders and ants and all kinds of many-legged creatures I cannot identify that squiggle around and out from their hiding places.

My parents had a ceramic frog in one of our bathrooms while I was growing up; a cute throwback to their once-upon-a-time 70's bell bottoms and leisure suits - but the frog last night was not so much ceramic. He hopped across the bathroom floor, eyeing me, probably estimating the likelihood of my eating him.

Knowing Mooshy's penchant for chewing on such things (we've caught him with birds, frogs, and mice hanging limp out of his little shark mouth more than once) I leapt into rescue-mode and frantically went to look for something to slip on like a glove. I'm not exactly a priss but I did read somewhere that touching a frog can kill him because of his porous skin, and far be it from me to be the reason something's going to die. The only thing near enough to be of use was one of Hamid's socks, poking out of the tops of his black Levi's monkey boots...the socks were clearly not clean but whatever. With my stinky sock-glove in place I cornered the frightened little amphibian and carefully scooped him up; his rubbery legs straining out in all directions inside his odiferous prison. At this point he must have been certain he was being eaten, swallowed whole - so I ran through the house yelling at absolutely no one to get out of my way 'Frog coming through!' and out into the back of the garden where I uncermoniously dumped him into the mud with a huge sigh of relief and a feeling of accomplishment. I sat there in my frog-inspired reverie, willing the stunned creature to make a move already but then the dog swooped in and made a light snack of my rescue. Damn.