This morning, as I was putting the final touches on my hair before I shoved a garden hat on top of my head, I noticed a tree frog watching me from the bathroom floor.
Then, I carefully moved the traumatized frog covered in hair and fuzz into my front garden. I released it on my new pollinator watering station. Just in case it wanted to rinse the fuzz off, take a sip of water, and snack on an insect.
I carefully closed the bathroom door to keep Barnaby out and I snapped a quick shot of the frog on my phone.
|tree frog on my bathroom floor|