I got up this morning and promptly took a shower. I stood in the shower naked and shivering, the water not you turned warm and tried to recall my dreams from the night before.
But they were fleeting.
So instead I diverted my attention to a spot of green mold in the corner where the rolling door meets the tub. “I really should clean this shower,” I thought to myself.
I pondered a moment longer, not yet fully alive, when the mold, quite to my astonishment, jumped! For it wasn’t a mold at all, but rather a chummy little green frog that looked at me with what I sensed was a smile. It was as if he had spent the night in the lonely underworld of plumbing beneath my house and was eagerly waiting to greet someone, anyone.
It took me a moment to regain composure, after all, I was naked and shivering and, until that moment, still half asleep.
Not wanting to be rude, but definitely not in the mood to make friends, I splashed some water his way. I thought he might like that.
He didn’t.
He took a couple quick hops up the shower wall and rested just below the faucet.
I thought about turning the shower head off and letting the water shoot out the mouth of the faucet. Not that it would have bothered the frog on the wall. However, with the faucet on, water leaks out of a small gap between where the fixture meets the wall, right above the frog. I thought this gentle but steady flow might be more to his liking, but when I bent down to turn off the shower head the water temp suddenly shot up and I had no use for boiled frog.
So instead I just finished my shower, carefully eyeing the frog for any sudden movements.
Only one false alarm.
I left the shower and the frog, got dressed and headed to Waffle House for a late breakfast.
The end.
But they were fleeting.
So instead I diverted my attention to a spot of green mold in the corner where the rolling door meets the tub. “I really should clean this shower,” I thought to myself.
I pondered a moment longer, not yet fully alive, when the mold, quite to my astonishment, jumped! For it wasn’t a mold at all, but rather a chummy little green frog that looked at me with what I sensed was a smile. It was as if he had spent the night in the lonely underworld of plumbing beneath my house and was eagerly waiting to greet someone, anyone.
It took me a moment to regain composure, after all, I was naked and shivering and, until that moment, still half asleep.
Not wanting to be rude, but definitely not in the mood to make friends, I splashed some water his way. I thought he might like that.
He didn’t.
He took a couple quick hops up the shower wall and rested just below the faucet.
I thought about turning the shower head off and letting the water shoot out the mouth of the faucet. Not that it would have bothered the frog on the wall. However, with the faucet on, water leaks out of a small gap between where the fixture meets the wall, right above the frog. I thought this gentle but steady flow might be more to his liking, but when I bent down to turn off the shower head the water temp suddenly shot up and I had no use for boiled frog.
So instead I just finished my shower, carefully eyeing the frog for any sudden movements.
Only one false alarm.
I left the shower and the frog, got dressed and headed to Waffle House for a late breakfast.
The end.
