Charlyn’s Web

I settled in to watch my favorite Saturday British Comedy- As Time Goes By when I heard a rustling behind me in the kitchen. I didn’t think too much about it but I kept hearing it and it was getting louder, more frequent. I got up and looked about- expecting to see The Col. but he wasn’t to be seen. I figured he had gone into another room. But the rustling was loud now and there were sounds of metal clanking. I cautiously moved so I could see into the kitchen and spotted…..

The Col. kneeling down by the counter watching the plastic sack that was full of recyclable cans. You know, the main times I “lose” that man are when he is kneeling down. I always look up for him. If we are separated in a store, I look up over displays to find him and that’s always when he is kneeling down so I don’t spot him. But I digress. I said- is that you?

Yes, he had been moving the bag about but only because his attention had been turned there by the initial rustling. He thought something was in the bag- besides the cans. He grabbed a flashlight and was trying to make out what was in there. Then he uttered the horrible word- mouse.

I scurried back to the couch and cringed. He said “It would be easier to see if you would hold the bag.”

Ha! I know what would happen! The mouse would manage to leap through the holes in the top of the bag and sink it’s horrible fangs and long, sharp, gruesome claws into my hands! I wasn’t going to take the chance. I knew The Col. could fend off the attack of the evil beast. He is brave and strong, I am a weenie.

He managed to get a good look at it, without the help of his fearful wife, and discovered that it wasn’t a mouse after all.

It was a frog.

He released it outside.

Now, explain to me how a frog got into the kitchen, far from outside doors, and into the plastic bag full of cans.