About a week ago, we found a frog on our front porch. Not a live frog, but a small brown plastic frog, which looked deceptively real. We have a few prankster friends in the neighborhood, and it's not completely unusual for us to leave things on other people's doorsteps (though usually at holiday times), so we laughed at it, and agreed that we'd ask around, trying to get the culprit to confess.
It's possible that we didn't ask the right people, but no one took responsibility. We decided to leave the frog there. You know--guard frog.
Today, a second frog showed up on our front porch, on the opposite side of the steps. This one it made of some heavier material, stone-like, fatter. It was as if Frog Number One needed a friend.
Part of me is amused. I wonder who our secret admirer could be. I wonder why frogs instead of, say, mice. Or beanie babies. Or toy dinosaurs.
Another part of me finds this a little freaky. 'Fess up already, frog whisperer. Just what are you trying to say?
Have you ever had someone leave odd things on your doorstep? Did you find out who the culprit was? Do you know who left frogs on my porch?