There is a frog on my monitor. A live one.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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And it’s driving the cat absolutely beserk. And it caused me to lose my coffee all over the monitor.

I’m pretty bleary-eyed in the morning, so I have a ritual: start the coffee, read the on-line comics, and give the brain about 15 minutes to comprehend the world before I become my usual perky self.

So I’m still in morning fog, half aware of my world. Life looks okay so far. The desk looks fine.

Box of discs. Check.
Jar of pens. Check.
Notebook I have been transcribing. Check.
Squeaky Buddha toy on monitor. Check.
Rubber duck (new) on monitor. Check.
Live frog on monitor. Check.
Klingon Bird of Prey pewter model on monitor. Check.
Printer. Check.
Copier. Check.
Fuzzy screech (frog?) owl toy. (Frog?) Check.
Stuffed (Frog?) buffalo collection. Check.
Frog?
Frog?
FROG?!?!

PBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

…Which of course, launches said frog into hyperspace about the room, which in turn launches HyperKitty (aka Mud) into hyperactive kitty mode (gotta get it! gotta get it! gotta get it!), which in turn causes my lungs to hyperventilate and my own heart to stop beating for about an hour.

A few seconds later, I calm down. Kitty is still racing about the room following it, and it’s trying to get out by pushing against the ceiling. Kinda like my own life.
Now, it rained pretty hard yesterday, and after the rains, we usually get a few critters in the house. I can’t find the ferschlugginah hole they come in through, but I know it’s there. Or it’s possible it followed me into the house while I was carrying the groceries in during the rainstorm.

Anyway, it’s here. A big (about 4 inches long) light green frog with a white underbelly. Beautiful big black eyes. Really sticky pads, because I now that I am fully awake, I can see I have frog tracks all over the screen. And I thought it was eyefog that made everything so fuzzy.

And now it’s gone behind the desk. Mud is under my feet trying to get at it.

It’s now on the vertical blinds. Let me tell you, that sucker can jump. It’s just gone three feet from the blinds to the couch.

Wish I didn’t have to get to work right now. I want to get it out of the house to prevent it from becoming kitty dessert, but trust me, this sucker is fast, and I am not.

Wonder where I’ll find it when I get home. We are supposed to get more rain today, so I’m really hoping the family won’t decide to move in too. I don’t have that much beer for all of them.

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ROTFLMAO

That reminds me of when we first moved into our house and there was a mouse under the dishwasher. We saw him only briefly as he darted out to steal dry food from the cats’ dish and then one night, at about 2 am:
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrr!

CG and I stumble blindly out of bed to see what all the commotion is because it sounds like the cats are trying to wreck the house and kill each other at the same time.
As we enter the living room, the main scene of battle, we notice Rumpleteazer hiding under the couch. How she squeezed under there is still a mystery. Crouched under an end table on the other side of the room is Precious, black demon and alphacat queen of the Bad Boy household. In her mouth is a wriggling little brown thing we determine to be the food-stealing mouse. Precious is defending her prey, even though she has NO idea what to do with a mouse, having never caught one before in her life. We attempt to get it away from her by chasing her all over the living room in our underwear (quite a sight…I’m sure). Finally, she gets pissed and drops it. The mouse limps under the sofa and we grab a laundry basket. As soon as we move the sofa, the mouse limps off and out of NOWHERE comes another mouse,running hell-for-leather for the entertainment center. Crap! We spend an hour chasing this mouse and finally manage to capture it in the laundry basket and hurl it over the back fence.
We haven’t seen or heard a single squeak since.:smiley:

IDBB

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Well, it just rained here so I’d better be on the lookout. screech-owl, you toad us just in time :wink:

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If there’s one thing I miss about Orlando, it’s finding strange wildlife in strange places around the house. Open up the computer to do some work, and find a gecko … WTF?

When the movers arrived in Kansas City, unpacking my belongings, apparently there were some stowaways. Twice lizards jumped from their hiding places, and clung to the moving men, hoping to find some warmth. A week later, I found a gecko in my basement.

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florida would be fine if it was only reptiles. it is the insects that keep me out of that state. frog, fine, lizard, fine, alligator, okay. palmetto bug… i’d scream all the way to alaska.

hey screech-owl, the kodak peregrines have 5 little fluff balls.

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oh boy, frogs, lizards, geckos, and lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

<makes mental note to remain in Scotland at least safe from trespassing wildlife surprising me in the morning>

:slight_smile:

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That was pretty damn funny!!!

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We’ve got two bluetongued lizards living downstairs. I’ve always been nervous about their safe co-existence with the cats but so far no deaths.

The other week the lizards and the cats were all basking in the sun together inches apart. Wish I had a camera.

Frogs are cool though. We mostly have hideous canetoads around here. Stood on one in the dark and it squelched. ::shudder::

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After about 30 minutes of chasing the ferschlugginah thing, I finally caught it. And now I wish I sorta hadn’t.

Frogs pee. A lot.

It’s now outside, and I just washed my hands with Clorox (slightly diluted). Ick ick ick ick ick. Didn’t want frog pee on the keyboard. Nasty stuff, that is.

Wish I could have banded it, so in case a frog does get in the house again, I’ll know which one it is.

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Now I have an image of Screech and Mud acting like a Tom and Jerry cartoon…did you check to see if the frog could sing before disposing it?
[sub] So…where ya been stranger?[/sub]

Keith

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Sounds as though screechowl did not even check whether is was a crunchy frog.

:slight_smile:

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Trust me. I’ve stepped on frogs on the sidewalk. They, like the palmetto bugs, certainly do crunch. Ick ick double ick ick ick.

(Odie, turn on ICQ - problems with e-mail lately.)

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If that frog ever comes back, someone has a nice empty tank that used to house fish but now is need of an occupant.

:smiley: