OMG… I looked over on my nightstand, and there was a small tree frog sitting on my alarm clock. Now how in the world a tree frog got into the house is beyond me, but there it was. I’ve scooped him up and put in in a tree near the house.

He startled the hell out of me. There shouldn’t be frogs in the house. And I’m going to point out to Le Chat that this incident will reflect poorly on his next performance evaluation.

Really, how the hell did he get in the house?

RBS