I saved a frog this morning. He (or she) was on the ground near the office door. When I opened the door, he (or she) hopped in. He (or she) was small (~1.5 inches long) and jumpy, but I caught him and put him back outside.
I have always been partial to frogs. I remember in second grade, 2 or 3 friends (David, Danny, and Corey?) and I had a club called the Froggies. I’m not sure if my love of frogs pre-dated the club. Maybe it inspired the club? Who knows? I just know that I really like frogs.
And now a haiku:
Frog, jumping inside
Trying to join me at work
Frogs and work don’t mix