There’s a frog in my shoe

It’s freaking hot out there.

It’s enough to lose one’s sanity. Or their ticket-writing machine.

Perhaps the heat is the reason that it is quite possible that a frog is in my shoe at This Very Moment.

The frog and the shoe
A frog and my shoe

It’s true. For the past few months, I’ve been finding a frog in my gardening shoes, which I keep outside on the porch. I’ve gotten so used to his presence in the smelly leather uppers that I now shake the shoe before attempting to plant my foot in it.

Because, the first time I found him there, I did not. I got my foot halfway in there and the panicked frog panicked me, I dropped the shoe, he hopped out, and hilarity ensued.

So here’s some photos of my froggy friend. What should I name him?

Crouching frog, hiding after being shaken from shoe
Crouching frog hiding from me after I shook him from my shoe.