Hunting in the Night

I was sitting up in bed watching a movie on TV when out of nowhere, something touched my cheek, sprung on the sheets and made a fast head dive under the bed. Never got a chance to see what it was but I didn't need to...I was out of there and scared to death! My two cats kept guard while I proceeded to move the bed left, then right, then out to the middle of the room as I rolled the area rug and moved out the dresser I turned my otherwise peaceful sleeping abode into a hot mess. Furniture, bottles of perfume, picture frames and whatever else was on any surface had now spilled to the floor while I tried to figure out what exactly it was that I was looking for.

It took a while and the cats managed to coax the creature out of his hiding spot. It was a little frog! I dropped the tupperware on the poor creature and grabbed a magazine to ensure he stayed in there. At this point, the cats were meowing, the dog was now interested and very excitedly barking and my calm and comforting room was in shambles. I turned off the alarm, opened the door and dropped the poor little frog out into the night. It would take him a while to recover from the trauma but at least he was alive. I had to go get a glass of water and calm myself as well. The cats didn't see my maneuver and were walking around trying to find the elusive frog. The dog grumbled and went back to sleep.

So I didn't kiss the frog but he certainly kissed me. It wasn't that unpleasant on my cheek. No slimy feeling, just the element of surprise. I didn't turn into a frog and he didn't turn into a prince. Pity.