Return of the frog in my shoe
So, I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. Since at least June 27, when I found my friend the frog hiding in my shoe again, on the first workday morning of my vacation. That morning, I shook my shoe as I always do, in case there’s something cold blooded in it. Then I felt the frog, and I grabbed my camera and snapped the following shots …
"Aww, what the hell, I was dreaming of fireflies."
"You can't see me. I'm a shoe. You don't look that tough, anyway."
"You really don't mind if I go back to sleep? Don't mind if I do ..."
"That's right. This is my shoe."
"And as such, I'm gonna reclaim it."
"It's all mine."
"Seriously. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"See. Mine. All Mine. Goodnight."
"That's what I'm talking about. A nice sleep in my shoe home. Zzzzz..."
"Awww, c'mon ... why'd you go and shake me out of the shoe again?"
"Does this look like the face of a happy frog? I'll get you next time."
And then, on July 10, as I was preparing to mow the lawn early in the morning before it got too hot, I found the frog in my shoe again. So I grabbed my good camera and captured the following …
"You'll never find me over here, where I blend in perfectly."
"Bring it."
"You got a lot of nerve waking me up like that, pal."
"That's right, you best step back."
"Yes, you are being shunned."
