The frogs are driving me crazy. They croak in the middle of the night. They tease the dogs. They climb into things.
Like, I made this bowl out of lace on Saturday. And then, this frog, climbs into it and buries itself with a little scrap of lace and now
it’s a frog in a lace box.
At least it’s better than when they climb into my seedlings. With the lace box, nothing dies. It’s sad, actually, how much I invest myself into small herb plants.