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I just stepped on a frog. I just stepped on a tiny frog in my bare feet.
Well, he's currently sitting on a plant outside. But ten minutes ago he was on the floor in the hallway, where I stepped on him.
I'd thought it was a cold wet hairball at first, but I'm just not that lucky. So I scooped him up and stuck him in the sink for observation. If I'd broken his spine I'd rather euthanize him now than let him die slowly outside. But his back legs worked just fine, so I don't have to worry about that anymore.
Still, how the FUCK did that itty bitty frog get into the hallway of all places?
Well, he's currently sitting on a plant outside. But ten minutes ago he was on the floor in the hallway, where I stepped on him.
I'd thought it was a cold wet hairball at first, but I'm just not that lucky. So I scooped him up and stuck him in the sink for observation. If I'd broken his spine I'd rather euthanize him now than let him die slowly outside. But his back legs worked just fine, so I don't have to worry about that anymore.
Still, how the FUCK did that itty bitty frog get into the hallway of all places?
