Finally! Today is the first day of autumn. Fall is my favorite season even though it won't feel at all like fall here for at least another two to four weeks. We have rain today as Hurricane Rita sucks up all the tropical moisture and pulls it across the Gulf. I'm tired of hurricane worries and summer heat. I want cool breezes and low humidity. I long to be able to bake a pie or cook a roast in the oven. I want fried apples, roasted parsnips and pumpkin pie. In the meantime, we are suffering, still eating summery foods.
This morning I took a shower with a little frog about the size of a quarter. I was already wet when I noticed him so I decided just to finish my shower and then free him outside. He was fairly calm, staying put in the corner until I started shaving my legs and then he started jumping and hopping all over the shower stall. Perhaps he didn't like my shower gel. I was being careful for I didn't want to step on him. I didn't even mind when he started jumping all over the shower and bouncing on my legs but when he landed on my butt cheek, I squealed and dropped the razor.
The Actual Keister Culprit Croaker
After I took his photo, for which he refused to sit still for longer than a second, I tossed a hand towel on the little guy and released him outside. I wonder how he found his way into the shower? There are no open windows downstairs in this house. To get in the shower from outside, he would have to wait until a door was opened, hop in un-noticed, travel at least 40 feet, round a few corners and navigate three interior doors. He'd have to have the shower destination in mind and let himself in there. This leads me to believe that Froggie might have had an accomplice.
Revenge is mine, sayeth Flaurella.