About an hour ago I went to open our sliding glass door to the backyard, and sitting on the outside-side in the handle was this tiny green frog:
This photo is pretty much life-size. The real frog is smaller than my thumb from the last knuckle to the tip. I have no idea how such a small guy got up so high, or where he lives. I’m a little worried about him, but every time we look at him up close — through the glass of course — he gets panicked and starts moving his little froggy chin in and out really fast. So I don’t think I will try to move him or help him out — we’ll just try to stay out of his way.
Anyway…Cutest. Frog. Ever.
TurtleHead 
I have to find the picture we took of the frog who found himself stuck on our rear window a few weeks back. Yes, stuck on the the window.
He was splayed out with the suckers of all four feet stuck to a window 20 feet above ground level. How he got there we don’t know — the best guess is that he jumped from the tree, which is almost 10 feet away.
Crazy!
The next morning he was gone. There was no tell-talle froggie guts on the ground below, so we can only assume he escaped safely.
Forget Spiderman, Frogman would be a real wallclimbing superhero.
Aw man! I’m so coming over after work! I hope he’s still there. I friggin’ love frogs…
I just checked (3:15) and he’s still there…seems to be having a siesta.
Speaking of cuties, there is a new pet store at Bayshore. We were there this morning and there were the usual mice, rats, and guinea pigs, but also some miniature hamsters. I could probably have held at least four of them in my hand — they were just little puffballs of fur. So cute!
I was starting to worry about the little guy but based on your amazing tale of survival, I guess he’ll be okay. I’m just worried that there doesn’t appear to be any water around — do frogs need water? Or is it just their preferred lifestyle, like a beach condo in Florida is to humans?
Time for some web research.
Miniature hamsters??? I had no idea there was such a thing. Too bad hamsters are so cranky and are nocturnal. They’re the cutest things on the planet, but not very good pets.
When I was a kid, we lived on a farm. There was a river about 100 m from my house where try to catch frogs. It was hours of fun. Usually we’d catch them, watch them jump for a while and then let them go. but… one summer probably after Canada Day, we had some left-over firecrackers. Someone (I’m sure it wasn’t me) suggested that we uhh.. introduce the frogs to firecrackers. It was rather messy. I think we only “offed” one or two frogs but it was a high-light and a low-light of my boyhood.
This story scares me a little bit. Are all little boys prone to these sorts of shenanigans? I shudder at the thought, and hatch a plan to keep Captain Jelly Belly locked in his room for the next 20 years.
While uploading some other pictures I added my froggy visitor to my flickr.
Yes, I think that boys tend to be prone to violent acts. But each kid is dealt a unique set of genes and parents have some influence over that but, as you no doubt realize completely now, not complete control. I wouldn’t lock CJB up just yet; I didn’t really do anything nasty again for years (if at all). I think I spent alot of time sitting on the barn’s concrete steps and hammering rocks to see what they looked like inside.