Nobody welcomes intruders, but sometimes, there is an exception.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Prince! Ahem, I mean the “Frog” Prince.
No, it is not an almighty frog that broke into my house. It is just a 5-inch-long frog, from head to toe, which has found my 35-gallon patio preformed pond a perfect summer getaway, like we Homo sapiens seeking the most exotic places on earth for vacations.
Prince obviously does not mind the floating dead wood, it’s probably a chalet in his mind. And for that I owe him my gratitude.
At the very least, it keeps me company in the morning while I'm having my coffee in my backyard. We both have something else in common though – I work at night to make a living and it goes out hunting when it's dark.
(This essay was written a year and a half ago)
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