ribbit

On Friday night, Liessa bounded in with a moth. She likes moths and spiders and such like – such fun to pull their legs off, after you’ve batted them about for a bit, and gone *sproing* a lot.

We were watching television, and the lights were fairly low, but it slowly dawned on me that this moth was rather more robust than one might expect. Because it was a baby frog [sigh].

Pete rescued it and returned it to the garden pnod from whence (presumably) it came, and Bada sulked for a bit.