My hand automatically jerks back away from the cool clammy something inside the bag of clothespins – then I laugh at myself as a little green frog leaps from his hiding place and bounds off to a new hide-a-way.
A frog hopped out of a toilet when visiting friends.
There is a little frog who lives in our kitchen - I only see him when I turn on the light at night as he darts out of sight.
I found one the size of my thumbnail inside the lid to the water filter.
There is one who lives in Brad and Linas bathroom.
A fat grapefruit-sized frog hops along the side of the house / patio every evening, I named him Fredrick – when I rescued him from the too curious Luzeiro (puppy)