Whilst walking back in the dusk from the park, something went thump into the insole of my right walking boot. I looked down, and I'd just been head-butted by a frog. Silly thing. Lucky thing, more like, as if it had been a bit faster it would have been under my boot, rather than slamming into it.
Given that currently it seemed keen on continuing off the pavement, into
the road; a route which only leads to more flats, grass, but a distinct lack
of water features, I decided that it would be best to forcibly revise its route
planning for it, and carry it back to the park. However, recalling that frogs
are prone to pee when picked up, I attempted to lure it onto a piece of
cardboard [quite a bit of free rubbish nearby
* Said ferret, Frettchen, likes beer, and will happily climb into a glass to drink the last drops, or enthusiastically lick it from your fingers. I presented her with a finger dipped in perry last night. Her reaction was priceless - came up to the finger, then backed away "euugh", faster than a CAMRA member from a product of Anheuser-Busch.