It's like my worst nightmare come true

Since N was home on Saturday night, I put him to work at the grill. We decided some steak, potatoes and corn on the cob sounded delish. I also was able to find yellow corn. I'm not a big white corn fan and that's all I've been able to find for the entire summer. When I was at the store on Friday, I couldn't resist picking up some ears. Yellow corn on the cob is one of my favorite things ever.

I sent N out to the grill to heat it up. That's when he called me over to the door. Mainly because he likes to provoke all senses of fear in me. I think he figures I'll get used to outdoor creatures, but that's about as likely as self-cleaning mini-blinds.

This is what he wanted to show me.

Well that's not exactly what he wanted to show me. Two of the four jumped off between my screaming and this picture.

Apparently the frogs think our BBQ, while under the cover, is a safe haven. Granted, if I don't know they are there, it is.

I don't wish them harm, but I also don't wish them near me.

While N was grilling, I think he was showing them new places they could be safe. As I went out to water the flowers yesterday morning, I found two of them on the hose.

It could be worse, it could be snakes. That thought brings with it a sense of such fear that I can't even joke about it. I guess the frogs aren't so bad.

Don't let N know that.