Here they are. Just sleeping on my back door. This is how they get into my house. When I open the back door and run for my life onto the porch, they some how get in the door. Maybe it's because I leave it open because I am too scared to shut it? I will take the longer trip around the house and go through the garage, just to avoid them. I don't know if you can tell but there are six frogs up there. I was brave and moved the screen door.
Two jumped onto the sliding glass door and the four stayed huddled together. I mean yuck. They just stay there. And they are everywhere. When I flip the top of the garage door key pad the frogs jump out at me. When I open the trash can lid they jump out at me. I am very jumpy when I have to open doors around here.
This is frog number seven. He was hiding on the other side of the door. It gives me the chills to just look at them. They are very quiet during the day. But at night, those things are noisy. While we eat dinner you can hear them jumping on the window. It sometimes sounds like someone is knocking. And when they jump all around the leave their foot prints everywhere. It's worse than children's fingerprints. Well, a close second. I can't totally hate these frogs because they do eat bugs. But still they freak me out, with all their sliminess.
Just look at their toes. Just imagine one jumping on your back while you are typing on the computer! *CHILLS* Oh, I do not like them Sam I am, I do not like green frogs and spam. Sorry I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with "am" that had to do with frogs. Spam is gross too. It is kinda like the green tree frog. Spam is slimy and cold, and makes funny noises. I bet it can turn great colors of green too. But, anyway, back to the frogs. These frogs get everywhere. Big Cowpoke found one in his bedroom. Little Cowpoke had one in his pocket. And I find at least one or two a week on my floor. But when I find them they look like this.
This poor fella didn't make it. And he didn't make it into my vacuum. Little Cowpoke picked him up by his leg and took him outside for a proper funeral. If you count cremation by toddler's foot a proper burial. Just look at those legs. It's just not right. Speaking of legs, I do have to say that my cowpokes love fried frog legs. Gross right. But they will eat an entire platter of them. Me, I won't go near them alive let alone fried on my dinner plate. But I am all frogged out for the night. Are there any bugs or creatures that you are just scared of? One creature that just gives you the heebeegeebees (is that how that is even spelled?) But that is all for now, until next time y'all come back now ya hear! I am going to be posting my latest horse projects tomorrow. I love a good horse project.