I'm pretty sure this thing just tried to kill me. I stepped outside my door to get something out of my car and it just goes hopping right by my feet like he's not scared of me one bit. Then it procedes to just sit there while I stare at it, each of us waiting for the other to make the first move. He didn't act right away so I screamed, took a running leap over him to get to my car, and when I returned to my door, not only was he still there, he was even closer to the door. I won't go into the rest of the details. Let's just say I got my exercise for the day. THE THING WAS HUGE!! It's going to be a long summer.
In case you're keeping count, Frogs 2, Sarah 0. Damn frogs.
P.S. Wonder if I could have a talk with federal gov about having frogs outsourced to Bermuda or Palau