Critter Visits.

This little guy came in on the mop

from where it is stored outside on the kitchen porch. 

 I shook the mop, I'm sure.

  How can I forget that these little guys love hiding in the mop? 

Previous experience told here:

http://patricia-heythereitsme.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-for-fun-summer-revisited.html

 This year though,

they hadn't been,

 until now.  

 He hopped out of the sink mop water,

straight to the kitchen  garden window. 

Oh, come on little frog.

 The last thing I want to do

is chase you through the window shelves,

 that I can almost reach

if I stand on my tip toes

and lean way over the sink.

  I put on the rubber gloves,

cause I can't stand

touching wiggly stuff that moves in my hands.

 I can't bait the fishing hook with live bait

 or remove the fish either,

cause they wiggle.  

 But that's another story.  

 Grabbing a live frog in my bare hands

is the last thing in the world  I wanted to do.

 I don't want a frog hopping around in the garden window either. 

  He climbed the window streaking it with his sticky little feet. 

 After chasing him around,

catching him for just a second,

and feeling him wiggle in my hand,

   I gave up. 

Give me the creepy crawlies will ya.

  He escaped to the grill covered bottom of the garden window

 where he hid out  of sight. 

Fine and dandy. 

Stay there.

Wait until you know who gets home.

 Later:

Um, Rick, there's a frog in the window.