As I turned my back to the pool to set up a chaise lounge, I heard a small splash. The splash was definitely too small to be the dog, and yet it was too large to be a branch.
I scoured the pool to try to find the source of the splash.
This is when I noticed something big and green skimming the bottom of the pool.
I marched down to the other end of the pool where the swimmer had stopped and looked down. As the water settled, I realized the interloper was a frog. But it wasn’t JUST any frog. It was a giant frog. A GINORMOUS frog. It was like Frogzilla! It was easily the size of my foot and fully extended was probably the length of my arm. I had never seen a frog that size in our backyard before, ever, nor anywhere else except in videos of professional frog jumping competitions which I sometimes watch in my free time. And yet here it was, suddenly, doing laps in my pool.
This was not the first time we’d had an animal in the pool. Although usually, by the time I found them, they had already passed on to that great wildlife sanctuary in the sky. There was the groundhog who is quite good on the ground, but not in water. Several field mice who confirmed that rodents don’t swim. And a squirrel who went bobbing for crab apples that fell off the tree behind the pool and never bobbed back up.
Naturally, I did not take the loss of these lives lightly. As the person who turns on the pool filter each morning, I am also the one who usually discovers the soggy surprises in said pool. I react with appropriate sadness, shock and dismay… which usually sounds something like, “EWWW, THERE’S A DEAD THING IN THE POOL!!!”
But today was different, and the animal I found in the pool was huge, alive, and slimy, and seemingly dedicated to turning our pool into his little summer getaway in the burbs.
“This is not Air BnB!” I shouted at the frog as he floated lazily at the bottom of the pool. I thought about all of the people in Florida who find alligators in their pools and for a moment realized that I was lucky it was only a frog. At least the frog wouldn’t try to eat my dog. Although this one was so big, it might try.
I grabbed a net to try to get it out, but Frogzilla was just too fast. Then I thought it might hop out when the dog went for his swim, but it seemed happy enough to share the pool.
I was equal parts fascinated and disgusted and didn’t know what to do, so I called my husband.
“There is an enormous frog in the pool,” I said. “What should I do?”
“You need to get it out,” he said. “There are a ton of chemicals in the pool.”
I paused, I had been so focused on how having a frog in the pool affected me that I hadn’t thought of how being in the pool might affect the frog.
“What will happen if he stays in the pool?” I asked.
My husband snorted. “He’ll probably croak.”
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