Rescued this little fella a few days ago
Saw him squatting on the floor in the corridor and couldn’t quite make out what he was at first, perhaps a peanut or something else that had fallen? Leant down and immediately recognised his distinctly frog-like demeanour.
After a few attempts to get him to climb onto a piece of paper (at which point he started running, er… hopping away), mum got an empty tin can and coaxed him into it, then released him into the garden.
My dad then took this awesome picture.
So, today I learned that my dad is a much better photographer than me, and my mum is the frog whisperer.