I went to get a drink of water from the bathroom last night. For no particular reason I glanced down, and something behind the little circular grate thing in the floor caught my eye. I knelt down on the tiles to get a better look. Squinted at the edge of drainpipe that runs down from the sink.
(Is that...? Surely n-- No, wait, it is...)
There was a frog.
A small, brownish-green frog, crouched on the lip of the pipe.
It was still there this morning, round black eyes peering up at me as I stared through the grate. There doesn't seem to be an easy way to get it out. I don't really want to fish around. Truth be known, I don't really want to catch it, anyway. It seems content to stay in the drain, and given the drought conditions here in Goulburn, I can't blame it for finding a little moisture. I suppose that, when it's had enough, it will go back outside by whatever mysterious froggy means it came in.
Until then, I'll be extra-cautious going barefoot across the bathroom tiles.
(Is that...? Surely n-- No, wait, it is...)
There was a frog.
A small, brownish-green frog, crouched on the lip of the pipe.
It was still there this morning, round black eyes peering up at me as I stared through the grate. There doesn't seem to be an easy way to get it out. I don't really want to fish around. Truth be known, I don't really want to catch it, anyway. It seems content to stay in the drain, and given the drought conditions here in Goulburn, I can't blame it for finding a little moisture. I suppose that, when it's had enough, it will go back outside by whatever mysterious froggy means it came in.
Until then, I'll be extra-cautious going barefoot across the bathroom tiles.