11/12/26: Frogger.

11/12/26

I've really liked taking long walks in my hometown. Extremely long.

Today I saved a frog from getting squished. They were in the middle of the walking path, far from water, not moving, and looking very dry. I transported him off the hot cement, delicately scooping him onto two cold leaves, and into my hands. I slowly walked him way over to the pond. Once we arrived at the leafy shore of the pond, I of course tried to film him jumping off my hand. The moment I stopped filming he darted right off, immediately camouflaged in the leaves, and back to moisture. My sister-in-law said he wasn't a fan of paparazzi. My brother said he wasn't a fan of the hoparazzi. 

I enjoyed my frog moment. I like how he felt in my hands. I had to cup my other hand around him because he was starting to get more jumpy the closer we got to the pond. Someone walking past me asked to see what I was holding and they looked and said, "oooh, a tree frog!". All I know is he was a tiny lil' guy.