The frogs are trying to kill themselves again.
Have rescued teenage amphibians two nights in a row.
Was the Scream I heard a moment before that of the frog I fished from the toilet not ten minutes ago?
Nearly a nasty accident there.
I was in a terrible rush at the time and had to purse my cheeks savagely and flail about for something to catch it with. It was an Olympian of frogs.
Lept about all over the place.
Fending cats off with one hand.
Trying to get the frog to jump into a bag.
Welding my knees together and chanting "I am the Master of my own sphincter" to myself.