On a Sunday morning at the beach, I get up a little later than usual at about 7am, put on a pair of swimming trunks and sit outdoors and soak up some sun while reading a magazine or two. Before the house and crew or guests get busy, I like to take the first swim of the day. I slowly step into the tepid waters (normally cool except for the height of summer) of the tiny pool and try to figure out what to cook for lunch. So imagine my surprise when I dunked my head under water, wiped my face, put my glasses (left on the side of the pool) back on and stared straight into the eyes of this bathing frog which was just a foot away from me…
The frog was very still, so I assumed it was dead and floating near the filter water intake, but before I could move away, it blinked and changed position. Yuck. Nothing worse than that feeling that you are swimming in a limited body of water and some kids or irresponsible adults have taken a whiz in it. The thought that I was sharing water space with a frog, “childhood you will get warts stories and all”, was not appealing at all. I got out of the pool, grabbed the camera, shot a few photos of the frog and it was extracted from its little “hiding” place and put on the empty lot next door. He was probably put out that someone else had broken HIS morning routine in the pool. :)
If he was edible, I would have fried his legs. Hahaha.