Occasionally I will be startled to open the garage or porch door at night and see something move.
As a child, I thought frogs were the cutest things in the whole wide world. I played with them. I made them mud (Alabama red clay) houses with multiple rooms. I tried my best to convince my mother to let me have one in an aquarium. Kids in books had them. But it was to no avail. She never once agreed, and somewhere along the way I began to find them squeemish and unpleasant to hold.
A friend of mine at Raindrops on Roses is doing a photography challenge. One of the items she was to photograph for the week was something outside. And the very night I read that I saw Mr. Froggy, and he didn't hop away. He even graciously waited for me to go inside and get the camera, photograph him a few times from the back, and then didn't move while I walked around Bobby's van to capture his front side. It's not often nature cooperates in such a wonderful way.
And for the curious soul: No, I didn't pick him up. I wasn't even tempted. I just let him hang out and continue feasting on pesky bugs.
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