We’ve had our share of pests in the house.
Ants, of course.
Spiders, flies, moths and mosquitoes.
An occasional cricket.
Once we even had a mouse.
But this morning I had a first.
I was so shocked that I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
It was a frog.
A frog was in my kitchen.
It was huge and brown and ugly.
Maybe it was a toad.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or to scream.
Or to kiss it.
It was as big as my fist, so squishing it wasn’t even an option.
And catching it seemed a little creepy.
OK, a LOT creepy.
Luckily, it was a smart frog.
I opened the back door, and it seemed to sense its opportunity.
It headed right toward the fresh air and hopped outside.
That’s one Texas-sized crisis that was averted.