We've had a sink frog for the last few weeks. Mom says it's a tree frog, and I say it's a sink frog. It's about the size of a quarter. It's wicked fast, Mom & Ben agree, so I can't disagree. It comes out every night when it's dark, so I don't see it very often. A couple of nights ago Ben burst through the door saying "I caught sink frog!" We all looked at him like he was crazy. Mom complained that she just earned the trust of the little sink frog, because she could brush her teeth and spit down the drain and he wouldn't run. I didn't talk to him for the rest of the day (an hour at the most). At shower time Dad came to the rescue. Ben had tried to return him to his home, but in fear, it jumped onto the wall. Then, he tried to scare him into the sink, and then it jumped to the floor. Dad picked up sink frog and put him back to his hiding-hole, the overflow drain, and for all I know, he's still there.
