Santa, all I want for Christmas is a bowl of frogs at my back door. Love, Jane
On Christmas Eve, I stepped out my backdoor and saw that two big ol’ fat frogs were bathing in a bowl of water I have at the foot of a water spigot. The next night, there was only one and he was enjoying a quick bath. I determined that Santa had given me a gift subscription and perhaps I’d have one per night. Turns out, that may be true, because there has been a frog in the frog pool every night since!
The bowl has been a fresh source of water for Panty, my black cat, but is now a popular watering hole for neighborhood frogsters.
Frank-the-Frog is very pleased to have these guests with us each night. Actualmente, I think they can no longer be considered guests. They own the place, hopping freely around the back patio at dusk.
My youth group has given them names as follows: Juan Antonio Sapo, Petunia Pimienta de Sapo Guareña, and Maria Concepcion Sapo. I believe we’re going to have to put a mark of paint on their backs to tell them apart.
