We’re going to take a break from the norm today and share a little story about island life.
I have a frog living in my toilet. True story.
I had a house guest back in February who told me there was a frog in the kitchen. It must be a lizard, I assured him. Nope, it’s a frog, he said. I went in the kitchen and he was right. I scooped up the little fella and put him outside.
Well he came back. Or perhaps he sent a friend or family member.
Earlier this week I went into the bathroom and jumped when I saw something move in the toilet. I looked a bit closer and it was a cute little tree frog all swimming around. He was pretty much loving life. I turned around to make sure my dog wasn’t around (he loves to chase things), and when I looked again, the frog was gone. Gone! I flushed the toilet just in case he needed some extra help.
Fast forward to last night. The. Same. Darn. Thing. Happened. He’s back!
I went to the kitchen to grab some Tupperware to fish him out and when I returned, all I saw was his little foot swimming away. Ugh.
I closed the lid and went to bed. Thankfully I have two bathrooms.
It’s now Saturday morning. I went into the frog’s bathroom and lifted the lid. No frog. Yay! I flushed the toilet, you know just in case, and guess what … a frog went flying down the toilet! Thank goodness I did this before I attempted to us the toilet … could you imagine??!! Ugh.
Perhaps this guy’s confusing my toilet with the pool at the Westin? Either way, I’ll keep you all posted. Ahh, island life.