Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about. Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt. Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne. Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown. EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess… Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest… Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see? It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor? Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more. Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide… We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside. It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree. None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty. My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound… As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around. Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy… But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy. And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same. And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame. And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May. Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.