I Hadn't Really Lived Until....
The Frog Who Stalked Me
....I felt eyes upon me and looked down the leg of my chair to lock eyes with an exquisite, if beady eyed Zambian Treefrog, official name as yet unknown....Not much bigger than the first joint of my thumb, his colorful markings hinted at poison and agonizing death, though he may well have been as benign as a doormouse.
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