Remember the old Sunday night show United of Omaha's Wild Kingdom? Well, my woodsy home is starting to feel that way - again. I just stepped into a semi-dark kitchen to make myself a late sandwich for supper and a frog jumped across my line of vision. This is just really too much. Where are the five year old boys when you need one? I have made my sandwich and offered him two (!) rat glue traps for his evening entertainment. I've never caught a frog since I was 8 and those were the little fingernail sized ones at my Mother's back steps. I'm hoping I can give a good report tomorrow. All I can figure is that bags of groceries came out of my son's car and sat on the back porch for about 15 minutes before I brought them in - and probably him, too. Which means he was in the bag of aluminum foil and Ziploc food bags that I did not unpack yesterday. Ugh!