Thoughts in a Skitoliv World

Over the past couple of weeks, a frog has been overtly attracted to my parent’s pool. He is obviously attracted to the large body of water in an attempt to cool himself off from the scorching heat. When he gets into the water, he either gets sucked into the skimmer to await rescue, or is caught by Robert or Judith or myself and thrown back into the woods.

Yesterday, Robert and I got back to Gunning Dr after work and Molly tells me that the frog is back sitting on the wall about to jump into the pool. So I walk outside and grab a bucket to put him into. The frog proceeds to jump into the pool and swim around. After a small chase I grab him in the bucket and decide that we need to take him further away than the woods. The frog then jumps out of the bucket and heads right back towards the pool, causing Mols to jump back out of its way. I must admit, for such a small frog this sucker could jump. Anyhow, I catch him again and cover the bucket with the top of our old skimmer, thereby neutralizing its escape avenue. The decision is made to take him down to the nearby creek and release him there. However, I need both hands to keep the skimmer net over the bucket, so Molly, still wrapped in a towel from her swim, grabs my keys and drives us over to the creek where we released the frog into the cool of Shellpot Creek. Molly then remarked that if this was a cartoon, we would see the frog attached to the back window of my truck as we drove away, haunting us.

I am sure that we are going to find another frog in the pool during this heat wave. 

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