A group of interlopers took advantage of last night’s storm. Dad went out to clean the pool this morning and found 16 frogs in it. They were very cute, except for the one that was splayed out on the concrete next to the pool (too many daiquiris, Kermit?) and the one that was in the filter. He was, shall we say, not whole.

While Poppy napped, I saved the other 14 from certain death via the filter or the Lucy.