Our Unwelcomed Welcoming Committee

It was late when we arrived at the 2 bedroom condo we had rented for our long weekend. All I wanted to do was drop into bed, but first I had to use the facilities. The toilet had one of those sanitary strips around it. I'm torn about those things. Part of me actually believes it is a symbol of cleanliness, and part of me feels a little silly unwrapping a toilet. Nonetheless, I bent over to rip it off and opened the lid--an important point, as the bending put my face in closer proximity to the bowl. Upon opening, this was staring me in the face:


I squealed like the girl I am and hot-footed it to the bed. Why sitting in the middle of the bed and pulling the covers up to my chin makes me feel safe I'll never know, but it does. It was a lukewarm beginning to say the least. The big question for me was what other creatures may have been lurking in the shadows of our love shack? Thomas tried flushing to no avail and then attempted to put my mind at ease; eventually he was able to convince me to use the other bathroom until something could be done in the morning.

When the sun rose and I finally got out of bed, Thomas was already gone finishing the final day of his convention. By the time he got back I was tired of trekking down the hall to the second bath and was ready to be frog free.

"I'll call the front office," he agreed.

"Why don't you just pick it up and throw it outside. That seems like the manly thing to do." The womanly thing, however, is to wait for the man to take care of it, of course.

"No."

"Why not? Just scoop it up. It's not that big." It sounded so easy.

"I don't want to."

Then I just couldn't let it go. My man is usually so brave. "I KNEW it! You're afraid of that thing, too!"

"No...But you know there are poisonous frogs."

That sent me into a fit of giggles. "You ARE afraid!"

"No...I just think I'll let the natives handle it."

But who can blame him really. Did you get a look at that thing? It's not large, but I think I see a wicked glint in its eye.



I wasn't about to touch it either!

Been Gone

I left. I just ran away and joined Mr. Wicke in Orlando for four days, four fabulous, lazy days. We didn't see MGM Studios. We didn't go to Disneyworld. We didn't make it to SeaWorld. And don't even try to make me feel guilty about it 'cause I won't. I can't. We stayed in bed. And I loved it!