Tree frogs are the cutest little things, aren't they? Yeah, but, at 5 a.m., not so cute. My husband and I were awakened at 5 a.m. by a LOUD crash in the living room. We ran/stumbled down the hall and into the living room where we saw a large picture had crashed to the porcelain tile floor, sending glass into a million pieces all over the room. One cat was hiding under the coffee table. One cat ran out the pet door to the sun porch. One cat was still all, let me at him! let me at him! to the biggest tree frog I have ever seen, which was on the wall above the big empty spot where the picture should be. My husband reached up to retrieve the tree frog, lost his balance and fell to the floor. The frog jumped out of his hand and the cat went after it. I grabbed the cat, whose name by the way is Mojo. It was like trying to hold an octopus. He was squirming and reaching out in every direction trying to get away from me and grab that frog! Meanwhile the frog was climbing the wall and my poor husband was trying to get up from the floor while I was saying, get it! get It! It's climbing higher! It's going behind the curio cabinet! Hurry! So, he got the frog. I put Mojo down. I opened the front door and my husband put the tree frog out in the front garden. That little fella will have a wild scary story to tell his frog kids and grand frogs some day and I bet he will never venture inside a house again.... at least not this one.
