I went out to run a few errands this morning and when I returned, Harper had a surprise for me - a frog!
Matt found it when he was cleaning out the basement window wells. He reported that at first he thought it was a snake and jumped out of the well. I'm a little sorry I wasn't here to witness that.
He got the frog from the window well and Harper named it Spotty. She's been keeping Spotty in a bucket on our front porch with leaves and dirt. We did tell her she's going to have to set Spotty free tomorrow - I'm not sure that's going to go over well. We had to go out to the porch with a flashlight three times between dinner and bedtime to be sure Spotty was okay, and also to give him some water.
You guys, I put the water in a Tupperware lid and then couldn't bring myself to put my hand into that bucket. I was afraid (yes, afraid of the frog my four-year-old had been handling all afternoon) that Spotty would jump at me if I stuck my hand in there with him. So, naturally, I made Harper do it under the guise of making her take care of her frog. Ahem.
(When I taught first grade I used to "let" the kids scoop bugs into a cup and release them on the playground when we found them in the classroom.)
Harper, who freaks out about gnats, wondered why we couldn't just read a book about how to take care of frogs and keep him.