Reminder: I've never seen a frog outside of an aquarium EVER. So, this whole surprise!-I'm-a-frog-and-your-squeezing-the-squeaks-out-of-me thing has me a little nervous. I mean, what if he's pissed now that I bounced my butt on him a good 3-4 times and he decides to jump on my face and give me some weird frog rash on my eyelids?! Terrifying...I KNOW!
I get over this fear and put on my metaphorical big-girl pants in front of Vada so she doesn't freak out. I bend down to pick up the frog. Don't worry, no rash on the hands...I was wearing gardening gloves. Everything was great until he decided to squeak again. OH MY GOSH! Was I squeezing him too tight? Was this a warning? Was he sending out some sort of frog signal to his buddies so they would hop on my face?! We quickly found another cozy spot for him to call his home (he didn't like it though). Vada took a turn holding him, but she shared in my fear, so it didn't last long.
P.S. - Kyle still hasn't felt like putting that board in the garage. One more thing for my to-do list in the morning.