Is, I am guessing, tucking in after a long night shift on bug duty, and waking up a few hours later because someone has picked up your house and is whacking it vigorously against another house in mid-air.
And then they stick a giant foot into your bedroom.
And then the yelling.
And then you get evicted.
For a long time we joked about the 'mystery pooper' - the critter that came up onto our front porch every night and crapped profusely in the corner by the door.
ReplyDeleteAfter I got lazy and left piles of dead leaves undisturbed in the corners of said porch I finally discovered him. A fat, brown toad noshing on bugs under my porch light.
He goes well with the bats and swallows, so we let him stay.
once i was driving and out of nowhere a large green tree frog jumped on my leg. I have no idea how he got in my car but he found a new home on a big oak tree.
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