Frog legs anyone? I actually thought about it last night. Bullfrog has taken up residence at the disappearing fountain out back. Last night, it must have felt froggy because it croaked all night. I got up twice, cut the outside light on and threw something at it (not intending to hurt it). So here it is this afternoon; it waits, poised and ready with an almost a smug look of contentment; ready for another night of croaking. And speak of the devil, I hear it starting to warm up now. Some frog legs might be pretty good after all! Of course, I am just kidding.