October 9th, 2010
|10:20 am - A Stressful Evening|
Last night, sore-throated and exhausted after a week of bleah, I decided to go to bed early with a soothing, undemanding book (in this case, Georgette Heyer's Black Sheep). The Blonde Dog deigned to lie on her bed and whuffle in a slightly annoyed fashion (even though I was in the same room). It was peace, lovely peace...
Until I heard the oddest thump thump thump from the near bathroom. Scritch scratch. Thump. Thump.
The Blonde One startled up, ears cocked, annoyed whuffle transformed in mighty-mighty rumble. "You need to check that out," she indicated to me.
Gaaah, was my reaction. But I got up.
Scritch scratch. Thump thump thump. Yes, it was coming from the bathroom.
The Blonde Dog hovered, then herded me toward the sound. I couldn't avoid the insistent canine nose or slight graze of teeth. Okay. Okay. Checking it out.
I flipped on the bathroom light. A frog big as my fist leapt up against the tile in an aggressive fashion.
Yes, I screamed a little. I did not EXPECT to see a frog big as my fist, to be honest.
The Blonde One yipped, said in essence "Oh this is SO not what I signed up for," and bolted to the study, where she shivered in a princess-y way. (Drama queen.)
Gaaah, was my subsequent reaction, and I shut the bathroom door on the aggressively leaping frog. And then I pondered. While I have no difficulties disposing of insects, I am NOT a person who enjoys out-of-place amphibians. Should I call my friend E? Was there a local service who dealt with frogs in the bathroom? No, and No.
I opened the door again. The frog leapt at me aggressively. With visions of the frog escaping into, oh, my bedroom, I slammed the door shut again. The Blonde One yipped from the study.
I then retired to bed (thump. thump. thump) and read a chapter of Black Sheep, wherein witty banter was exchanged in a Bath completely free of frogs. This composed my nerves enough that I then collected two bowls, collected the frog, and rushed (with only a little bit of hysterical eeeping) to the backyard where I set the bowl down and bade the frog to go free.
I still don't know how the thing got there. But I have now learnt that for the Blonde One, frog does not = lizard. She apparently can distinguish amphibian from reptile. This is a useful thing to know.
Poor Froggie! How the heck did he get in?
Anyway, glad he is safely outside and did not eat Blonde One. Also, Black Sheep is highly recommended for comfort reading :)
(Unlike The Black Moth, which IMHO sucks)
I don't know how the frog came to be in my bathroom -- I can't find any way of entering (it seemed too big to jump out of the faucet). It is a mystery!
Happy Saturday to you, without frogs. :-)