BobR wrote:
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I don't need to do that because that is almost exactly what happened.
We lived in a neighborhood that was cut out of dense forest and tree
frogs were very plentiful. They would show up all over the place.
One night my wife got up in the middle of the night to go to the
bathroom. There was a small night light in the bathroom so she didn't
turn on the overhead light and sit down on the toilet. A few seconds
later, she woke the entire house with a ear piercing scream. A small
tree frog had come through the sewer line and hidden under the rim of
the toilet. When she sit down and started her thing, it apparently
decided to jump and landed on her bottom. The VERY NEXT MORNING I had
to skip work and get some wire screens to put over the sewer vents.
About a week later, the little plastic frog showed up on the back of
the tank. At least she does have a sense of humor about the event.

Ugh- talking about tree frogs brings up a gross memory, but at least it
was outside my domicile. Lived in apartments awhile back, and had an old
beater minivan I used as a hauling vehicle. Went out to start it up one
day, after not having used it in awhile. There was a dead tree frog,
baked onto the drivers door near the mirror. As best as I can figure,
the poor thing jumped up on there to enjoy the sunshine, and had gotten
stuck because the metal was so hot it immediately cooked his skin right
to it. It was hard to clean off, holding one hand over my mouth to avoid
gagging. (Yes, I am pretty squeamish about dead stuff. My head knows
better, but my stomach says otherwise.)

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