Bless Your Heart

So the other night I’m in the kitchen washing dishes. J’s going in and out of the house taking out the trash. Nelson’s sniffing around the floor near the fridge and around my feet. Nothing strange right? Then J comes in and exclaims “What the hell is that??” I turn around and Nelson and DaBrie (the kitty) are both sniffing and prodding at this huge toad! In my kitchen! Now, I grew up in the country for the most part so I’m used to critters, but J’s a bit of a city boy and I think this freaked him out a bit. J grabs a bowl I was just about to wash and scoops up the frog and puts him back out into the front yard. He comes back in and I ask him to help dry the dishes and he says he needs a minute “because I was just catching wildlife in my house!” Wildlife? Really? And I’m the drama queen of the family? =)