Kermit!

There he was again. Kermit. Do you remember a few weeks back the tree frog I found on the wall side of a roll of toilet paper when I rolled out a couple sheets? I caught him, opened the door and put him on the patio. Gone.

Oops, not gone. A week or so later, I heard him but couldn't find him. "Must be outside." Nope. The next day I picked up a washcloth from the edge of my bathtub and there he was. I let him out again. Done. Nope. A couple days later I was ready to climb into a nice hot bath and there he was, Kermit, clinging to the inside edge of my tub. I carefully captured him, not wanting to watch a frog die in hot water. Once again out the door he went. A few days after that, I found him hiding under something on the edge of the bathtub. How does he get in?

Last night Kermit was under the washcloth again. I was so tired that my capture techniques were inaccurate. Kermit kept hoping away from me across the floor with each capture attempt.. That meant me on my hands and feet because I can't get up from hands and knees, let alone squat. Kermit has an advantage that way. I finally caught him and put him out again.

"There is a tree within short hopping distance from that door. Just go live there, Kermit!"