We have this frog. It's a precious tree frog and it hops up on our bathroom window every night to eat the bugs that are attracted to the lights on inside the house. He's been visiting us daily for the last couple of months and Brent and I have grown quite attached to the little doobie. He's our buddy. Infact, some nights we leave the light on an extra long time just to give him a little more time to eat bugs. I named him (and I'm only assuming he's a him) "Mel" after Melissa Etheridge's song, "Come to my window" and Brent later spontaneously extended it out to "Melanoma" while freestyling a song about it in the shower one night.
Anyway, he didn't come see us the first night after we went out of town. I wasn't digging it and I was worried he either hopped away to a new bug stakeout location, or withered away into dried up frog jerky. Thankfully, he came back to us last night! We know it's him because of the markings on his tiny pot belly. I love him... he's a bright spot in our evenings. Melanoma Harbin.
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I think I would be freaked out by a frog on my window, but eating the bugs would sure be nice! It always skeeves me out when I turn on a lamp near a window and 49 moths show up instantly!
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