5:50 this morning...

... what were you doing?  over here on the home front,  we were having our first really exciting moment of the day.  living in the frog capital of the world means there are frogs everywhere.  EVERYWHERE i tell you.  so today, the frog was in the green room (our own little green house so to speak right off the kitchen).  how that little guy got all the way in there is besides me.  i'm grateful we found it alive. usually when we find them it is too late. sad, but the honest truth. my first response was a shrill "o my!"  then, i called the farmer sons to help me- catching frogs is not my job anymore.  these little boys are the perfect people to help me with tasks like catching little creature that feels like a rain drop.  farmer two ran in the room and started to try and catch it.  i don't know when, but the next thing i know this little guy is on farmer two's head and they are making their way to the great outdoors.  before they got very far, though,  it jumped on the kitchen counter. it jumped right next to my fresh steaming cup of morning coffee, which was calling my name  instant fear kicked in.  it would a horrible moment if that little guy, in trying to escape, ends up jumping into that cup.  would i be able to have a normal cup of coffee after seeing a little frog boiled to death?  would it make the same shrill noise as a frog makes when being eaten alive?  o the horror!   morbid, but a huge possibility.  this is all running through my mind as i am in motion to move this dangerous cup. he soon after jumps on top of the coffee maker.  at this time, he was still making me so nervous.  i was thinking about his soft little skin and the potential of burning it.  i was trying to shoo it away from the coffee making area, thinking hot surfaces everywhere, can't be good.  careful shooing accomplished this.  then, i picked up farmer son 1 and let him catch the frog before he got any further or on any other dangerous surface.  after a few attempts he is captured and then released outside... never to be seen or heard from again.  i would hope.

nothing like a life being at risk to really wake you up.  the rest of the day uneventful compared to this,  which i appreciate.  how was your day?

til next time,
farmer mom