Retraction (And An Apology For Hosting A Serial Killer)

A couple of days ago, I posted some news.  In that news, I reported that no frog killing had take place at our new home.  

(See No Pics.)

I was wrong.  

Yes, we have frogs. And yes, Monkey murders them.

And yes, I do pick up the carcasses so that Baby Mikah does not suck on them.  

No Pics

Well,  I really tried to post new photos of Mikah tonight.  But Blogger is not cooperating and continues to give me errors when I try to attach pictures.

I will give you news instead.

The neighbors are arguing.  And because we don't have a privacy fence yet, I get to see Hairy Guy yelling at Barbara Big Hair about when the trash is supposed to go out.  (Names have been changed to protect the somewhat innocent.)

Monkey (real name) has no frogs to hunt at this house so he is digging up snails.  And no, Monkey doesn't suck on them until retrieved (see Things You Might Find In A Baby's Mouth.)

Lola is napping.

Mikah is in pajamas dreaming about "more tickle".  (Ask me, it's silly.)

Daddy is watching pre-season football on ESPN, wondering how he is going to catch all the Giant's games in Texas.

Deli is great.  Busy as can be.  Order your sandwich by phone and you won't have to wait too long when you come in. 

Wingy still gets an occasional squirt.

Mommy is good.  She's been gardening and making cupcakes and stuff.

So stay tuned for pics.  When Blogger gets its act together, you will see something.

Frog Update

We thought this was all over and done with.

But it's not.

And we don't have any pictures to show for it. Because it all happens in the dark.

The DARK.

Frogs come out at night. At least around here. They chirp and bull and puff. Trying to get attention. They hop around on their little spongy toes and swell to unusual sizes to get attention...

The WRONG KIND OF ATTENTION.

Monkey has alerted us to the fact that our wee frog was not alone.

Oh, no.

He was part of an Army.

An Army poised to hop into our kitchen one at a time and gain our unopposed trust.

Rubber Turkey believed them. We thought they were feeble and weak.

But since we last updated you, Monkey has uncovered several buried frogs in our yard. Granted, some were dead, but some were just feigning death to gain mere passage to our home. They were hoping to outwit the feeble minded Monkey and hop their way into our kitchen for the usual errant fly.

Monkey has proved to be a fervent uncoverer of the truth. A warrior of undocumented dimension.

Thank you, Monkey. Thank you for killing unmercilessly those who do not deserve entry.

Your powers have not gone unnoticed. And you will be highly exalted.

A Passing (the latest, and seemingly last, Frog Update)

We haven't seen the frog in a few days. His appearances had been regular and, well... appreciated. I mean, it's weird to have a wild frog show up in your kitchen every now and then, but he was harmless. And when he wasn't in our house, he was waiting by our back door.

To make a long story short, Monkey started barking at something in the dirt. I walked over to check it all out. And there, half-covered by dusty Earth and belly-up, was our frog.

I feel strangely sad. He was a regular occurrence for a while. We will miss him.

Oh, I hope he didn't suffer. And I hope he didn't leave any helpless tadpoles behind. Which I doubt, because it's been dry.

We are starting a collection for poor Mrs. Frog. Checks payable to Fricano's Deli c/o Beloved Frog.

Frog Update

Is it the same one?

Frog was spotted in kitchen again. The one we found last night was promptly placed outside in the grass after the photo shoot.

Frog must be waiting by the kitchen door to sneak in when we have to run outside and yell at Lola to shut up when she sees a jogger run by, or a cyclist roll down the street, or a squirrel steal a nut, or a leaf blow in the wind.

I mean it's either that or there's a colony of frogs under the kitchen sink.

Frog On A Log On Our Blog (actually in our kitchen)

We found this guy hopping around the house. Or maybe it's a girl. Not sure.