This talk of frogs has reminded me of a love story. A couple of years ago, I heard a little croaking sound coming from the area of the kitchen window box, and each night it would be the same. One night I happened to see something on the window pane, and there he was ~ a little tree frog ~ and he was looking into the eyes of the little frog ornament (just his size) that was hanging off a tulip bowl on the inside window ledge. By the time I got my camera and took a photo, he had moved farther up the window pane. It was so bittersweet, much like many other love stories, I suppose. She still looks out of the window, and I wonder if she waits for him to reappear.