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No, really, I'm serious. There's a big frog sitting inside the garbage disposal drain. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

And don't tell me to turn on the garbage disposal. That's just sick.

Update: What's the etiquette rule on asking a neighbor to come over and pluck the frog out of the garbage disposal for me? Done or not done?

Update: He's still there.

Update: Okay, I've decided to go with a Live and Let Live policy toward the frog. He can have custody of the disposal drain, I get the rest of the house.

Update: Still there.

Update: Just went to fill up Sam's sippy cup. Kermit -- that's what I've decided to name the new addition to the family -- is still in the sink. He looks happy there. Appears to be napping.

Update: A-ha! My neighbor just came over and caught the frog for me! Kermit put up a fight -- he jumped out of the sink, onto the windowsill, then over to the paper towel rack (note to self: throw out entire roll of paper towels), then back to the sink -- but he was finally caught and released into the wild.

My kitchen is once again a frog-free zone.

Update: My mother-in-law writes to tell me that she once found a frog in the toilet. Now I shall never pee in peace ever again.

Never. Again.

Posted 15 November 2004 at 12:23 PM