Too many brackets, among other things.

Last night, Elsa brought in a (live) frog. I manged (just) to catch it & let it go while she was (briefly) distracted.

At 3am this morning, she was scrabbling at the bed, trying to get something out. I couldn't see anything, so shut her out of the room & went back to sleep.

At 7am this morning, she started again, so I had a proper look.

THERE'S A DRIED FROG UNDER MY BED.

A BIG, DEAD, DRIED, FROG.

That's going to be a fun job when I get home.