This little frog has been living in my grill all summer. I’d say 9 times out of ten, when I pull off the grill cover, there he is. He sticks to the stainless steel, either right along the edge by the lid or, as here, on the side shelf. It must be the perfect temperature– warm and dark. I pick him up and put him back in the grass, but he always finds his way back. I have found him two or three times on leaves in the flower garden as well, where he turns bright green and camoflauges with the leaf he’s sleeping on.
I love the steely grey he gets in order to hide on the grill. Still, when you pick him up, his legs are bright green.
It’s gotten so I look forward to finding him there and am disappointed when he’s not.
That's a really good omen: The frog has some profound meanings of resurrection, healing and intuition… 🙂 Cheers!