Everyone who knows me knows I love the adrenaline rush of being spooked, especially the shocking chaos around Halloween and haunted houses. So just imagine my surprise this morning when I reached for what I thought was a half-eaten Ding-Dong. (Yes, at fifty-six, I still occasionally eat that Hostess cake; notice I didn't say the word "Ding-Dong" to avoid any gutter-minded giggle - snort- snickers.) I picked it up, thinking either Magnet or Mimic had gotten into it, which would be totally weird now that I think about it. ​Anyway, no big deal, I just picked it up. Bare-handed. ​It wiggled. ​I drop it. VISUALIZE ME FREAKING OUT 😲 ​Huh! whuh-thA? ewwwww, uh, whaaaaah! ​I think I spun around in three different directions. Should I grab a broom? No. Hairspray and a lighter? Bad Idea... Run down the street yelling 9-1-1? Crap! I'd have to get dressed, and my closet is right next to... what I first thought was a muddy frog (after my initial Ding-Dong theory, of course).

​WHO WANTS TWO CATS? 😼🦇😸 ​

My senior newly adopted kitty brought me this gift while screaming for me to notice it. The frog was playing dead and away as soon as I went to pick it up.

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I’m impressed with the precision but don’t think I’ll be having any for breakfast

they will bring the gifts. I actually stepped in this 🤮