I had the surprise of my life this morning, and because of it, absolutely no caffeine of any sort was needed to get my heart beating. When I wake up, Brutus (our lab) wakes up. He jumps off the bed, stretches, and heads down the stairs to go outside to take care of his "business". Same routine, every day.
This morning I decided to use the downstairs bathroom while he was outside. I rarely use this bathroom anymore, and actually, it rarely gets used at all since all of the kids moved out. I opened the lid and sleepily got ready to sit down when I heard a splash. I jumped back, looked down and saw THIS.
THIS is not cool!! What the heck? How on earth would a frog get in my toilet? I quickly closed the lid, called my husband to tell him about it and went back to bed to start my day over. Then I started feeling bad.
The animal lover in me came out. What if the poor little guy had been sitting in that water for a week? What if he hadn't had anything to eat? He knows that I know he's sitting in there, and all I did was walk away. Oh brother!! I knew I wasn't going to be able to live with myself for leaving him in the toilet all day until my husband got home, so it was time to gear up and get him out.
I started out by finding my rubber gloves. I'm sorry, but I don't touch slimy things. Just can't do it, especially when they jump! Then I figured I better get a plastic bag, because chances are he would slip right out of my hands, and then I would have the dog and three cats chasing after him, and that would be an absolute circus. I lowered the baggy over him, tipped it to the side a little and he walked right in. He actually seemed quite relieved to be out of there. I can't say that I blame him.
I took the baggy outside, and after resting for a few minutes, he hopped away to freedom, and probably to find some breakfast. Now I just have to figure out how he possibly could have gotten in there, and how to keep it from happening again. I can honestly say that I don't think I will be going to the bathroom in the dark again any time soon!!
This morning I decided to use the downstairs bathroom while he was outside. I rarely use this bathroom anymore, and actually, it rarely gets used at all since all of the kids moved out. I opened the lid and sleepily got ready to sit down when I heard a splash. I jumped back, looked down and saw THIS.
THIS is not cool!! What the heck? How on earth would a frog get in my toilet? I quickly closed the lid, called my husband to tell him about it and went back to bed to start my day over. Then I started feeling bad.
The animal lover in me came out. What if the poor little guy had been sitting in that water for a week? What if he hadn't had anything to eat? He knows that I know he's sitting in there, and all I did was walk away. Oh brother!! I knew I wasn't going to be able to live with myself for leaving him in the toilet all day until my husband got home, so it was time to gear up and get him out.
I started out by finding my rubber gloves. I'm sorry, but I don't touch slimy things. Just can't do it, especially when they jump! Then I figured I better get a plastic bag, because chances are he would slip right out of my hands, and then I would have the dog and three cats chasing after him, and that would be an absolute circus. I lowered the baggy over him, tipped it to the side a little and he walked right in. He actually seemed quite relieved to be out of there. I can't say that I blame him.
I took the baggy outside, and after resting for a few minutes, he hopped away to freedom, and probably to find some breakfast. Now I just have to figure out how he possibly could have gotten in there, and how to keep it from happening again. I can honestly say that I don't think I will be going to the bathroom in the dark again any time soon!!
i still wanna know how he got in there... so weird, but hilarious nonetheless.. especially when i imagine the look on your face! you're too funny my friend!
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