Frog in the Blue Room

I love my life. Even though I live without some conveniences-we have no indoor plumbing therefore we have an outdoor toilet-or outhouse as my Grandma would say. My younger brother lived on a riverbank once & had an outhouse with no front door so as you sat on the seat you could gaze out on the river & even wave at any boats that went by-heh. Our outhouse is not hand dug but a Roto Rooter special, we 've had the same one now for 13 years-we call it the Blue Room, mainly cause it is blue. In the winter & spring especially we have many frogs & for some odd reason they like the Blue Room. The result of this untoward frog affection is-when we go to use it & unroll the toilet paper invariably a wet cold little frog will land in your open hand-sometimes two at once. At times it can scare the crap out of a person-heh. They fall out & then begin climbing right back up to their favorite perch-I do not know what they see in the whole toilet paper thing but it happens quite regularly so I know they like it there. I love frogs.