Ribbit!

I was just getting ready to write this blog, about a great evening with Sam and Dad, plowing our way through most of a local chinese takeaway, when I saw movement on the kitchen floor, out of the corner of my eye. I presumed it was a country mouse. i looked, and saw it wasn't moving fast enough. It was a frog, stranded and somewhat confused. What to do?
I thought, frogs don't bite,right? I looked for some paper towel to help carry him out. This frog was pretty big. Hmm….. A plastic bin sat empty across the kitchen. My walking stick was close by. Solution! I got him into the bin, where he attempted to jump out, and released him outside. Can I have my countryside warrior badge now?