Switch anon- *hands you a cool frog*
Firstly: I love cool frogs, thank you so much
Secondly, have I ever told y'all the Frog Story? I think I should tell y'all the Frog Story
So among the people who know me there's a running joke that I have too many plants, which is blatantly untrue (if anything I don't have enough) but the point is that I own Many Plants. Usually they live out on my patio for the outdoor vibes, but since I live in a place where it snows (a lot) I have to bring them all in for the winter so the temperature doesn't kill them dead.
Last fall, I brought in all my plants as normal. Bit messy, because I hadn't fully set up my winter shelving, so they were all over the floor. The morning after, at about 5:30am (I had a morning shift that day, ugh), I walk out of my bedroom, look down to make sure I'm not going to kick a plant...
And there's a frog on my floor.
Now, keep in mind: it is the unholy hour of five-thirty in the morning. I am Not A Morning Person. I am also Not Expecting A Frog. So I waste a solid ten to fifteen seconds just staring at this frog while my brain boots into gear and processes that, yes, there is in fact a frog on my floor.
Also keep in mind: the frog is having none of the above problems.
I go down to catch the frog. The frog sees me coming, and jumps. There are Many Plants on my floor, it is five-thirty in the morning, I haven't turned on my lights, and I am very groggy. And I lose the frog.
On top of all this, I had to leave for my morning shift at work in about twenty minutes or else I was going to be late. I spent fifteen of those minutes looking for this frog, and the remaining five throwing on my uniform. I did not find the frog. I went to work that day knowing that somewhere in my apartment, there was a frog. And I had no idea where it was hiding.
It took me. A week. To find this frog again. There was a frog loose in my apartment for an entire week. To this day I'm not sure how it managed to elude me for seven straight days, because I all but turned my place upside down looking for that thing.
The second capture attempt was much more successful, and I turned the frog loose on the lawn outside my building. Couple days go by, I'm outside winter-proofing the plants I have that tolerate my growing zone, and guess who I find. Take a wild guess.
The frog is apparently intending to overwinter in my painted ferns. I stare at it, and eventually come to the conclusion that, as long as the frog is Not On My Carpet, I don't need to care about it's wellbeing. To my knowledge, as it's just now turning Spring, the frog had a successful overwintering and is living it's happy frog life. I haven't found the frog to confirm this, but that's what I'd like to believe.
Also, fun fact: it was a leopard frog. I didn't spend a week fixating on finding that little dude without learning a few things here and there
