Good Morning…At least it was…
I woke up to some lovely fall-like weather this morning. Since it was so cool, and since I had the morning off from work (since I’m working late) I decided to open the back door and let some cool air in while I ate my banana pancakes, drank my coffee, and watched some Sex and The City. It was shaping up to be a lovely morning. That is until I walked into the bathroom to find this:
The effing biggest frog I’ve ever seen…on my toilet. I shrieked. Literally, my throat hurts now. Unfortunately Spencer was at work, and even though I called and pleaded, he couldn’t come home. So I turned to the other man in my life…my cat Tucker. I unleashed Tucker on the beast of a frog…but the frog devil escaped to the shower curtain:
See those devil eyes? So what to do?? I really had to pee, and I had been holding it since this fiasco began. I formulated a plan…I grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen and instructed Tucker to chase the frog into it. It worked. He jumped in, and I threw the bag outside and locked the door. Crisis averted. Yet, I am still traumatized. Most critters I can deal with…ones that want to eat me, no thanks. And I’m afraid to pee.
I’ll be back with a real post later.
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