Frog

We've got a frog.

A fat frog.

Paul discovered it, then bolted over to the neighborhood kid hangout of the moment to gather up the kids to show off his fat find.

They were too scared to pick the fat-fellow up.

To be honest I was too.  It was ginormous, seriously, and this coming from a girl that use to frog hunt all summer long at that one pond that gave my foot a terrible infection the summer going into my 7th grade school year.  My mom banned me from that pond after that, I might not have listened though.

He lives under our garbage can, except when it is trash day, then he retreats to under the rain spout, hiding under the splash guard.

I peeked at him today.  Still hanging around.