in the pond.
You don't understand the issue here do you?
It's okay. Most folks don't get it, so let me explain.
"She" put in a pond right outside the front bay window for us cats, the owners of this domain. It's great entertainment while we sun ourselves. It wasn't always that way though.
The pond would leak. The pond flowers begged to be sucked out with the escaping water.
The flowers around it thought the soil was Martian ground and so they committed death by sun rays. It allowed them to escape to better lands.
So, do I need to tell you that certainly no self-respecting frog would bother to come up from the BIG pond to live in this mud puddle?
But then things changed…..
And during this magical time the frogs finally did come to visit.
Soon they stayed longer and longer. And then one of them moved in before winter.
And he survived. I am not sure if he lived under the frozen top layer of the pond or buried in the dirt or sand under the pond. He won't say. What I do know is that he is large. LARGE! HUGE!
Yesterday, I went to the pond for drink and to check on my piranha. And out of no where, he came at me! Straight for my ears I tell you!!! Did he think of my ears as a snack? Or was he trying to hop on for a ride?!? Up close and purrsonal, I tell you he was HUGE!
And to make matters worse, there are THREE of them. They are all HUGE. Frogs on steroids I tell you.
Add insult to injury….”she” has named them! Mr. and Mrs. Pickle for two of them. Because they look like kosher pickles. No name for the third one. Yet.
hiding lounging under the bush licking my wounds planning my attack
and straightening my whiskers. Please send milk – I feel faint.