I knew better, but I couldn't help myself--I checked again a bit later....and sure enough, there goes Number 2 towards the fence, walking--not even hopping--away from out pond. It was like he was sneaking away. I ran out with the net, corralled the guy, picked him up and set him back into our waters. I knew the outcome of that adventure.
Sure enough, I'm down 3 lovely, dotty bullfrogs this morning. And that makes me sad. Joe says in a calming voice, "They'll be back," but I'm never so sure. I just hope that they find water. And that another storm comes tonight and brings them home. Wet grass = traveling frogs. I sure hope so, I'm feeling a little blue this morning.
So, the frogs of change are upon me:
- Colin is coming home--with all of his
crapstuff. Make room in our wee abode for lots of smelly college stuff. And another big body in the mix.
- Mabel is missing. Mabel is our cat friend from across the street. She hasn't been seen since Monday and we are all sad. I keep telling Hobbes to go find her and bring her home, but he just looks at me like "Is it treat time yet?" He is not helpful. Say a prayer for our cat friend, please.
- I'm moving my desk at work. Days of Cube 3 are nearly over, which on most levels is fine by me, but I'm gonna miss my pally Irene. I miss the days of Jim, Irene and me in the Cubes. Good times never last forever, unfortunately.
Interesting days ahead.