We love to hop...from a distance.

Last year we had the awesome opportunity to bond with nature. A small frog got into our house and as I was trying not to scream, N was trying to capture it. Then the frog jumped into our couch and much lifting and tugging happened before the little guy was apprehended.

I don't really like animals that are unpredictable. I basically like fish and dogs. Beyond that everything is questionable.

I was pulling some weeds and noticed something moved by my impatients. We've also been dealing with quite a few crickets, so I thought maybe it was something like that.

Nope.

The frog is back. Granted, I'm not sure it's the same frog because while N was busy getting inside our couch, I was in another room trying not to scream.

I ran inside, told N the frog is back, got Zoe's shoes on her and we all went outside to look at our visitor.

I know I really shouldn't be terrified of something so small, but seriously they can totally hop on you or in your clothes at any given point. I'm not really down with that kind of unpredictability.

Did I mention that they can hop?

Zoe takes after her mother. She preferred to stay on the other side of the patio. She then noticed my gardening gloves and decided they would give her some kind of protective shield against the hopper.

She slowly walked over to daddy to see what this was in his hand.

She kept a good 2 feet distance at all times. At one point a glove fell off. She ran about 7 feet away, beckoned me over to put the glove back on and then hopped over to where daddy and the frog were. After all, it is a frog, they hop, she can hop, they were bonding!

After all the hopping, Zoe decided to take the gloves off and water her pumpkin. N let the little frog go back into the flowers.

Here's Zoe, much like her mother, instructing daddy to put that frog at least 7 feet from her.

They are unpredictable.

Even if you can hop just like them.