Was this frog (the same one from weeks ago I am sure), once held captive in a glass aquarium, so feels comfy sticking on a surface so slick you’d never find anything like it in the rumpled, boggy woods beyond? Or has he just adapted to the modern world of glass doors and metal screen door frames? In any case, no predators can get to him here. He appeared to be asleep this afternoon, eyelids clammed up. He comes and goes, sticking to the glass or metal as fits his mood I suppose.
Frog spent the day clinging to the inside frame on the screen door to the deck while it poured buckets of rain outside. (I couldn’t open the glass door to the outside or he would leave, just getting a few non-flash shots caused him to move, so the photo was shot through the glass. My window washing skills could use improvement.)
I really couldn’t go out the front walk to get to the car without water going past my ankles in a torrenting rush to the little (now raging) creek down the hill in back.
My phone made the skkkrakkk-k-k-k-king beeping sounds again, (this time displaying a purple triangle picture with a white arrow going through it - “Severe alert” it said in hot pink) announcing a flood warning in the evening. Frog got the message long before my phone did.