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jecca_mehlota) wrote2008-07-12 10:27 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2008-07-12 10:27 pm
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One of those mornings.
You know.
Full of amphibians in your carpeting.
I woke up and staggered blearily into the bathroom to wash the grit from my eyes, and I noticed something on the carpeting by the sink. What is it? My initial thought was that one of my parents dragged in some mud-and-grass, or something, since they were both out working in the yard and garden and with the hose and... everything all day. Except, you know. It twitched. And piles of grass do not twitch.
So I peered closer and noticed, my god. There is dog hair everywhere in this house. Now I remember why I do not look at the carpets much ever.
But, disregarding the piles of pet hair (we have enough about the house for a whole extra dog, I think)... It's a tree toad! Awwww. Cute little thing.
What on Earth it was doing one story up in my house at 9 in the morning is... a little beyond me, but, okay.
I took it outside and dumped it into the pine trees along the back edge of our yard. It seemed happy to go.
THEN I WENT TO WORK. AGAIN. A lot of my stories end that way, don't they?
Full of amphibians in your carpeting.
I woke up and staggered blearily into the bathroom to wash the grit from my eyes, and I noticed something on the carpeting by the sink. What is it? My initial thought was that one of my parents dragged in some mud-and-grass, or something, since they were both out working in the yard and garden and with the hose and... everything all day. Except, you know. It twitched. And piles of grass do not twitch.
So I peered closer and noticed, my god. There is dog hair everywhere in this house. Now I remember why I do not look at the carpets much ever.
But, disregarding the piles of pet hair (we have enough about the house for a whole extra dog, I think)... It's a tree toad! Awwww. Cute little thing.
What on Earth it was doing one story up in my house at 9 in the morning is... a little beyond me, but, okay.
I took it outside and dumped it into the pine trees along the back edge of our yard. It seemed happy to go.
THEN I WENT TO WORK. AGAIN. A lot of my stories end that way, don't they?