Outdoor fauna indoors

Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious Becker rerun, I caught a little flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. I assumed it was one of those monster outdoor flying cockroaches that everyone insists on calling waterbugs or something. Those are roaches and I know it and you know it but don't want to admit you have roaches that big. Anyhow, investigation revealed that it was a wee green frog sitting on a TV cable where he'd landed. He was just as long as the last joint of my thumb, about an inch. When he blasted off from the cable, he easy leapt two and a half or three feet. I really like the minor beasties around here. Wish the damn cats didn't murder them so gleefully.