Those words came to mind as I chased a frog out of the garage today. As I swept, this leaf kept moving from my view. Surprisingly, I did not scream in shock when I realized it was an amphibious creature. I haven’t seen a frog in years – and I used to not mind picking them up at all. However, I have apparently become immune to their charms, and I wanted him out with no physical contact whatsoever. The broom prevailed, the frog found a home outside, and the garage is swept.
Now we await the evening thunderstorms, guaranteed to wake us in the middle of the night, and reminding us that we aren’t in charge.