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Jul. 1st, 2010 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puddingcatLast 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.
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.
