That was last night. Funny story though. I woke up at 2:30 to this noise. Imagine a dog chewing on a rubber ducky. That's the best way to describe it. So I am beginning to get really nervous, thinking there is a raccoon or something in the house. Of course I wake Peter... he ignores me at first and rolls over. I go into the hall to listen more closely. "Peter! There is definitely something in the house. You need to get up. " (Poor Peter.)
He stands at the top of the steps and hears it too. We both creep down the stairs and realize it's outside the front door. I hollered at Peter not to even attempt to open the door. We look out the window.... what is it? Can you guess?
A Frog. :)
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Good one. :)
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