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October 9th, 2010


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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.

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From:mobile_alh
Date:October 15th, 2010 05:58 am (UTC)
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Late as always, but with sympathies for frogs in wrong spots and a sedate cheer for Black Sheep, which I just found in hard cover for my own delectation.

Here, we tend more toward dead rats in the garage. B very kindly located the carcass and removed it and its associated fly larvae (so much less vivid a word than maggots).

::Give lady-like shudder::
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From:laurawise
Date:October 15th, 2010 11:59 am (UTC)
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Oh hurrah for Black Sheep in hardcover!

And yet an emphatic Not Hurrah for dead rats in the garage. How wonderful that B is Man on the Spot for such horrors.

May your weekend be *entirely* free of rats!
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From:mobile_alh
Date:October 16th, 2010 12:22 am (UTC)
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Maybe if I desire no more dead rodents, I shouldn't encourage "cleaning out the garage." Still, two more desssicated mice (I think) is a small price to pay for the removal of a van-load of cardboard boxes and a mass of semi-useless material for a group garage sale.

Once it's off the premises, I will ensure any leftovers are not returned to our storage.....

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