It would be unfair to jump to conclusions about this particular one.

Speciesal profiling is in fact an injustice. Well done avoiding that.

The Mona Lisa smile on that li’l guy makes him look mighty suspicious. He may not have done the deeds, but he sure looks like he could have ordered the hits. No innocent hides in the bromeliads!

And here I am, freaking out if I spot a silverfish in the basement. I apologize. If I spied that frog in hiding, I would most assuredly pee my pants.

Think I might take him over the giant waterbug who cornered me in the elevator, and, when the blessed doors finally opened in response to my frantically punching every button, jumped out with me and chased my screaming self down the hall.

While Too Big To Fail may be a dubious concept, Too Big To Squish is real, man: I have seen it.

Not to diminish the Cracker Frogpocalypse. My perfidious enjoyment of your account of hair-raising froggy trauma cannot be overstated, and there’s just no expiation for the secret, shameful hope for more of the same. Bad me. Horrible me. Shame.

the frog that leapt up out of my toilet, pounced from the folds of the shower curtain, launched at me from the mailbox and hurled itself at my face from the trash can lid.

All at the same time? Maybe you should move your bathroom away from the mailbox and trash can.

What HTP said.

Also, definitely what Twinky said. That Frog looks like it is up to no good.

aimai

That’s not a frog, that’s some kind of lizard beast out to kill and eat you.

Sleep with one eye open, Betty!

“Mr. Frog went a-stalkin’ and he did ride…”

Froggy sez soon

@ Mrs. Polly—I don’t know what a “waterbug” is in Gotham. Down here, that name applies to a leggy aquatic insect that inhabits the surface of calm bodies of fresh water. Some call them “Jesus bugs.”

But whatever a “waterbug” is up there, any insect species that would exit a public conveyance to pursue a human being down a hall should be wiped out, ecosystem be damned!

Think I might take him over the giant waterbug who cornered me in the elevator, and, when the blessed doors finally opened in response to my frantically punching every button, jumped out with me and chased my screaming self down the hall.

At least it didn’t invite you to its room for coffee.

I’m jealous, I’d totally dig tree frogs in my place.

In NYC, waterbugs are really big roaches, the two-three inch long ones.  I had a neighbor who would kill them with a cinder block, then come over and say, “You’re the bug guy, could you dispose of it?”  For every one she killed, I’d draw a bug silhouette on the top of the cinderblock, a la WW2 fighter ace.

B^4—you’re not by any chance my old college roommate with the initials DB, are you? I ask because she used to kill the giant palmetto bugs that infested our horrid dorm by lighting an aerosol stream of hairspray and similarly record the deed with a penciled silhouette on the wall…

leggy aquatic insect that inhabits the surface of calm bodies of fresh water. Some call them “Jesus bugs.”

Some cucarachas down here in FL can also fly, Xecky. We call them palmetto bugs, and they are big motherfuckers with a carapace that can only be breached with something heavy like a sledge hammer or a size-nine Doc Marten .

Thanks for the warning!

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(is that a size 9 women’s or men’s Doc?)

I think the palmetto bugs may be kissin’ cousins to our hulking, up-armored arthropods, Betty.

Hey, you know what might be useful to help control those awful things?

We do have a couple of small water features, which no doubt attract the roach-eating critters. Lest anyone think I harbor animosity toward frogs and toads in general, I should clarify that I like ‘em just fine as long as they don’t jump on me unexpectedly. They are also welcome to eat every roach on the place. Bon appetit!