Frogs...

A few months ago Miller ate what we thought was a frog or a toad. Either way he foamed at the mouth and we spent $30 calling an emergency vet/pet poison control for a phone consultation that we basically knew the answer for which was "waiting it out" but having a professional tell us he probably wouldn't be harmed gave us a peace of mind and helped us at least sleep that night.

Tonight, Gordie went out in our garage and found this guy...

 

Yeah, it wasn't so small yet if it would have been just me I'm not so sure I would have been able to corral it long enough to let it survive and get out.

 

But thanks to my knight and shining armor of a husband...this frog got a second chance at life and me of sanity since I would have been freaking out wondering if he'd made it into the house somehow.





This is what the frog did after Gordie held it a little too long while I waited to snap a pic.  Yes, completely disgusting--that's just too much pee to come out of one frog.