Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog

Was a good friend of mine…

Now that I’ve given you a tune to hum all evening I have decided it’s time for a frog post.  Or a toad post. Or both since I don’t know the difference and am too lazy to try to identify them.  I see them, I take photos of them and I let them go on their way  to catch bugs.

Walter spotted this little guy one evening when he went out for his smoke break.  The mop was propped up on the back deck under the light. He found one of the hot spots for dinner.  We serve up a great assortment of night bugs and moths on our back deck.

Another hot spot…

The window over the sink.  We leave the light on until it’s bed time because we are all in and out of the kitchen to fix a glass of tea or maybe, although it’s never me, a bowl of Blue Bell Country Vanilla, sometimes with Hershey’s Syrup all over it… ‘Scuse me a minute…  Anyway I was in doing dishes and noticed this lil’ one hanging around and, BAM! He zapped a moth. He said this wasn’t his best side so here’s another shot -

Once again, as you’ve heard me say before, it takes so little to amuse me.

Have a good evening.