I really didn't need to see another frog because I had just come running from my veggie garden. Chased away by resident toads, frogs, whatever they are. I don't stick around for long enough to look. They hop - I run. These damn critters have been hanging out in my garden for most of the summer. I am living in a state of paranoia. I thought I was "safe" on my deck. Maybe I am meant to be gardening on a city rooftop. If I ever stepped on one I think I would need to be institutionalized. Seriously.
First I saw this....
This would be a tree frog's ass.
Very bold don't ya think!
He then got even bolder, almost challenging.
Dude! Leave me alone! This is MY deck!
You are on my brugmansia!
Crossing the escape bridge..
Leaping over to the rhody.
Off and running.
I would have preferred to believe in the "legend". I really didn't need to see one. I really need to rethink my outdoor life.
P.S. After posting, I googled treefrogs and just in case you are interested, here is a link. I don't care what their story is - they are grosse.