Today is a continuation on yesterday’s “Rhubarb Runner’s Wild Kingdom” — a story in the vein of Poe’s The Cask of Amantillado.
Last spring, K was grabbing her purse off the breakfast room floor on her way out the door to school, and found a small tree frog on it. A day later, I found a second one. A couple days later, I found one on the front window sill. This one was a yard away from the ficus tree and it’s winter Grow Light, and I (correctly, it turns out) deduced that they had come in as eggs in the bottom of the ficus tree, and had just emerged that spring (there is an hand-hold opening in the side of the planter).
This winter, when it was time to bring the ficus tree indoors again, I wised-up and placed a strip of duct tape across the opening first. No frogs were spotted, although I was pretty sure I heard the “cre-e-e-e-eak” of a tree frog from the front room at one point three weeks ago.
Yesterday, Mo decided it was time to move the ficus back outside again, so I trooped it out onto the deck to its place of honor (where the wind can blow it over every other week). As I removed the duct tape, a skinny tree frog leaped right out, while its brother/sister looked on from within the hand-hold hole. No telling how many others might have been in there, but darn if those little survivalists didn’t make it through the winter somehow. I’m trying to remember my Exodus; is it lice or boils next?
Oh, bonus — today’s Insect Photo of the Day: Double-banded Ant-mimicking Bycid – Euderces pini: