So, the other morning, I came out to sit at my work table and noticed something odd. There was potting soil scattered around the upper level of it near the Mexican Mint plant and all along the top to the other side.

What?

Then I spotted him.

Mr. Frog.

On my desk. Making a mess. Uninvited.

I wonder if he was reading my journal in the middle of the night. 😠

Everyone knows you can't pick up a frog or a toad and not have a nasty experience. They pee on you. It's very rude. But I obviously couldn't explain that all I wanted was to put him outside. Where he belongs.

So, I got a piece of cardboard and scooted him onto it with an upturned glass. Sure enough, he peed on the cardboard.

He looks a little like a grumpy frog to me.

And a very untidy one to boot.

The next day, I found a similar mess on my desk, and located a different frog squished down in the soil of the mint plant, trying to flatten himself into it as if I wouldn't notice the dirt strewn all over my desk. This time I could take the whole pot outside and I coaxed him off onto one of the plants on the front porch. So we skipped the pee portion of the transaction.

It wasn't much of a leap [ha ha] to feel like I might be in Egypt witnessing the beginning of one of the plagues. But thank goodness, no more frogs have appeared since then.

How did they GET there??

I mean, I know I live in the country, but really. 🙄🐸

(Well, after all.... see below.)

You have a point. I hate to admit it. But you do have a point.