It was an unpleasant surprise to come home to. "Did you leave the grating open?"
Grogu nodded without hesitation.
Din sighed and crouched down to be closer to his son. "The grating is there so that in case of an emergency or an attack, you have a way of getting out safely, unobserved. It's not there to let your friends into the house," he instructed, pointing to the frog lounging at Grogu's feet.
"Hmm." It was a sad and disappointed sound.
"You didn't know. From now on, it stays closed. Okay? We don't want pests getting into our supplies."
"For as long as we've been gone, I'm sure there are more."
Grogu neither confirmed nor denied. Maybe he could keep just one in the house.
"This is how it's going to work. We find them. We relocate them back out to the pond. Along with any other animals who've made their way in. Deal?"
After an exhaustive search that lasted the rest of the afternoon, the grand total included nine frogs, a handful of giant spiders, three lava field rats, and one footlong nana slug. Din carried it out between his ungloved thumb and index finger, the brown wiggly mass protesting the sudden relocation. Grabby hands reached for it as he neared the front door. With one exuberant slurp, it went down the hatch.
"That was -" Din paused, letting his stomach settle. "Never mind. Good job, kiddo."