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.