Pseudacris regilla, a.k.a. Cutie! Or frog, whatever…

This morning at work, I was getting ready to head out to my first class and walked by the recycle bin. On the floor was the oddest piece of felt looking lint I had ever seen. Big too, for a piece of lint. Then it moved.

What?…

I looked closer…that was no piece of lint, it was a little tree frog. A Pacific Tree Frog, native-born and in the wrong habitat. A school library does not have much water, cover or food for an amphibian.

I picked him up, he was certainly warm which is why I think he came inside in the first place. It’s getting cold out there and our amphibian friends are looking for a nice, warm, long-lasting bed to sleep away the snows until spring. This poor little certainly did pick the wrong place. He was dry. And covered in hair, lint and dust.

I went to put him outside but noticed that his leg would not completely extend. I took a closer look because as you know a frog that can’t hop is a soon to be dead frog. His leg was ‘connected’ to his body by a piece of hair wrapped around his body and neck. Every time he tried to extend his leg, he choked himself.

I took him back inside and to the bathroom. I used some water to gently wash off all the fuzz and hair and that is probably a good thing, he was drying out as well. The dust has mixed with his natural, shall we call it ‘slime’ although frogs aren’t really slimy, they just have a protective coat on their skin. All this dust and fuzz had dried the poor fellow out. I swear when I washed him and re-hydrated his skin he sighed. Audibly. I’m sure of it.

Then I took him out in the woods and put him in a sunny, but protected spot. I know there will be plenty of winter sleeping accommodations for him to find and now he can hop freely again.

I’m so glad I got to work just a smidge off schedule. Otherwise he’d be limp-hopping around the library and prolly dead by Friday.

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About Sheila's Thinkerings

Happily married wife, happily mommied mom. I am far from perfect but I don't mind. Also I am a wee bit crazy, it's true. Just ask anyone who's ever met me...
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One Response to Pseudacris regilla, a.k.a. Cutie! Or frog, whatever…

  1. Michelle W says:

    Oh good for you! Way to look out for the little guy! You know one day a little guy will look out for you.

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