A couple of weeks ago, we were in our living room, watching TV and chilling, when something BIG climbed up the wall across the room from me. I screamed like a girl and jerked my feet onto the couch. It nearly scared The Husband to death, and he jumped out of his recliner hollering, "What?!" I pointed to the wall and squealed, "There's a HUGE spider climbing up the wall!" He turned to look, and I heard him gasp. I was already scanning the floor, looking for a shoe, a plastic sword, anything to hit it with when I heard him say, "It's a TREE FROG!" A wave of relief washed over me. I said, "Well, catch it and pitch it outside," which he did.
That frog was brown, the color of dark ale, almost as dark as the wood of our living room floor. I did not know that there were brown frogs that were capable of walking up a wall.
The next day when I came home from work, there was a frog stuck to the porch wall above our front door. This frog was the color of sand, almost the identical color of the wall.
Hmmm...could it be...?
I told The Husband about it when he came home from work. We went outside and found him in the same spot, almost invisible against the wall. We both pondered whether a frog could change colors, like a chameleon, for neither of us had ever seen a brown frog OR a tan frog that could climb a wall.
Tonight, the subject of tree frogs came up during my granddaughter's softball game. I told Mr. Bob, a retired Navy man, about my theory of color-changing tree frogs. He scoffed. I said, "Well, let's google it," and I whipped out my phone and found this:
That, friend, is a Hyla Squirella, also known as a Squirrel Tree Frog. This little critter can change colors.
Mr. Bob was stunned, and asked about the frog's habitat, as if he suspected it only existed in a jungle, or something. The article I read said it's habitat is the southeastern United States, from Texas up to Virginia. I felt vindicated. Later, at home, I looked at the map that accompanies the article, and it shows the frog living far south and east of west Tennessee.
But, I promise you, one lives in my yard.
No comments:
Post a Comment