Treefrogs

This was a weekend of frogs!

First, when I was cleaning inside the front entrance area of the house, I discovered a little grey, fuzzy thing crouched on the floor. It wasn't moving--either scared or in shock, maybe.



I had to get quite close and shine a light to determine that it was a gray treefrog. Poor thing, I don't know how he got indoors, but he must have gone under the bookshelf or somewhere else that gets cleaned, ahem, infrequently. He was covered in dust fuzz. I took him outside and washed him off in a puddle, and I had to actually pick off some of the fuzz because it was tangled around his legs. But when I set him on the grass, he looked okay (I love the way their skin patterns match the tree bark where they live!), and a few minutes later he had hopped off.


Later, my dad came to show me what he had found among the pole beans in the garden: a gorgeous little green treefrog which he had captured in a quart canning jar. I snapped a few pictures before releasing the beauty.



When I opened the jar, she wasn't too eager to move.


Even when I tipped up the jar, she clung. It probably felt precarious.


Once I had prodded her out, she stopped to think about it for awhile.


But finally she was free.