Wednesday, February 6

Could my life be any weirder?

Strange things happen to me. I don't know why, but I seem to attract the bizarre into my life a little too regularly. Take today for instance. I was in the - ahem - smallest room when I noticed something rather unusual. It took me a moment to register what I was was this....

Yes. A frog. In the toilet. Hiding under the rim. Oh and sorry for posting a photo of my toilet. Fortunately it is cleaner than my windows (I'm fussy that way, but not about windows).

So anyway, I notice the frog and think 'well, there's something you don't see every day' and go and ring Tom. He's at work and while he finds it mildly entertaining that there is a frog in the toilet he has nothing to offer me in the way of advice other than 'put your hand up there and pull him out'. That'd be NO to that one thanks. I have nothing against frogs, in fact I like them a lot and I'm thrilled that we have so many around our place (perhaps not in the toilet though). However I am averse to sticking my hand under the toilet rim. He suggested I wear rubber gloves but this frog was tiny and I was afraid that the rubber gloves would make grabbing him difficult and I'd hurt him. I hung up in exasperation.

A few minutes later the phone rang, it was Tom. I was standing there wearing a rubber glove and holding a pencil (don't ask - and by the way I had other clothes on too) I grabbed the phone eagerly..... thinking he had a better idea or perhaps he was going to come home and take care of it for me. But no, the conversation went like this...

Tom: There's a radio program on just now about the stuff I'm working on.

Me: Excuse me?

Tom: The radio program, it's about my know...on the radio...

Me: Is that so...?

Tom (hesitant now): Um, yes. It's on ABC. 891.

Me: Hmm, sounds great but I'm kind of busy right know....GETTING THE FROG OUT OF THE TOILET!!!!

Tom: Oh right, yeah. Leave you to it then. Click.

Me: Grrrrrrrrr.

So alone again. Me and Kermit. What to do, what to do.

Then I decided. I went into the kitchen where I have a pile of plastic containers about to be disposed of in my latest decluttering efforts. I grabbed one, went back to the scene of the drama and held the bowl under the spot the frog was hiding and..........flushed. It was risky, one wrong move and he'd have been on a long journey to somewhere unpleasant, however all was well, into the container he went.

Apologies for the blurriness of the first two photos, neither situation was conducive to spending much time ensuring they were in focus.

Then Aislin and I took the frog down to the creek and set him free. Here he is...can you see him? Awesome camouflage.

So that's what I did today. What about you?

Note to my darling sister Moyra. I hope this post hasn't traumatised you too much (she's scared of frogs ha ha ha ha ha). Ahem, of course that's not funny at all.

Burst Laughing


Cathy said...

lol how funny! it would have scared th elife out of me! imagine you were sitting on the loo, and the little thing decided to pop up just then...???!?!!!

glad you managed to grab it and set it free.

your poor sister IS probably traumatised!

Anonymous said...

I know! That thought had occurred to me too! I've been feeling quite nervous using the facilities since this incident - now that I know what's possible.

Moyrajayne said...

Oh my god! I would die (literally again). Good plan though.

Ali said...

You are much braver than me. Bugs and spiders and worms are fine, but frogs really really freak me out. It's the way the silly buggers jump TOWARDS you that gets me squealing like a girl.

You reminded me of my childhood fear of finding a snake in the toilet. Or King Kong, but that's a whole other story...

kathyann said...

How the hell did it get there!I bet you check and double check before you use the loo now Caitlin lol,this was so funny,good job it wasn't a snake!!!!!love from Kathyann and the girls