After the rain finally stopped yesterday afternoon the family went on a walk (it had finally cooled down below 100 degrees). On our walk Jen was attacked by a baby frog.
It. was. hilarious!
Morgan and I did about pee ourself...(Although I did get a bit of an omenous feeling: Exodus 8:3). Before Jen and I went to bed, I put Sercy out one last time and noticed that the little frog that attacked Jen must have been the "scout" frog, because the back doors were covered. We were being surrounded!
Here are some pictures of the little hoppers!
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Pretty sure those are a good omen in some cultures, right???
I remember when my parents lived in Charleston, SC there would be frogs on their sliding glass doors in the evenings. It was a bit noisy but fun to watch.
Hi Brian! Alicia (McFarland) Crumley here. Grandma McF sent me the Norris blog link and I followed their links to you! Hope all is well, and War Eagle!
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