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I
was eating breakfast, sitting on the sofa, when I noticed what appeared to be a
large potato on the floor. ‘That’s odd’ I thought, ‘I cook at the other end of
the room, and I don’t even have any potatoes….’
There was no (logical) way that this could be a potato. Further
investigation was clearly required. Now, if I was a married type I would
definitely declare this a Man’s Job, to investigate UO’s (Unidentified
Objects), but alas, as a Single this too is my job. If I had confirmation that
this was a snake, rodent or other large monstrous critter than I would declare
this a Grounds Man’s job/Office worker/Security Guard/ANYONE BUT ME job. But
the potential potato really wasn’t appearing that threatening.
I
advanced, feet clad securely in uber-safe Flip Flops, armed with a long Poking
Stick (aka a coat hanger). I tentatively prodded the ‘Potato’ and retracted to
watch for results. The ‘Potato’ responded by sticking out its tongue. Interesting.
Potatoes don’t usually have tongues.
I
retreated to a safe distance to contemplate and consider my various options.
Deciding that, with only 5 minutes until I had to leave for work, time
was of the essence, action was needed…I gathered the necessary equipment - an empty, flattened cereal box and a large
Tupperware container. I poked with the
box and the Potato Leapt into the air. It transpired the Potato was indeed a
rather large and disgruntled frog!!
So,
armed with this knowledge, I proceeded to Man Up to the task, and emitting only
one small squeal of distress, I ushered the Gigantic Frog Monster into the
Tupperware and out to the balcony. Gently putting the container on the floor I
backed away with hands held up in a gesture of peace. Then, safely inside, I slid
shut the glass door and heaved a sigh of relief. My work here was done; with
seconds to spare I scampered from the Frog Free apartment and off to Esperanza
for the day. Ahhhh,
