Back in 2010 while visiting my friend Csilla who lives in the countryside in Hungary, she let me know that they have frogs in the garden. I just had to find some and take photos, knowing a friend of mine would really like an e-mail with them :) And so I did, on my third day there. They were so little, only one inches or even smaller.
But little did I know that I’d get to take another photo, and get very close and personal with a froggy.
One morning, as I stood over my suit case, searching for something to wear around the house that I wouldn’t mind getting dirty from her dogs jumping on me after it had rained, I heard a noise. A very weird noise!
I looked around, but couldn’t see anything.
Then the noise came from a roll of plastic sheets my friends have used for construction, a few meters of it had remained plopped in a corner of the previously unused guest room. I looked that way, but there was nothing there. So I went on with my clothes search.
When I looked up again though, I saw it: my visitor!
One tiny frog in the opposite side of the room, looking for a way out. That was what made the noise on the plastic, but got away before I could see it earlier.
I was wondering how it got inside as the doors were closed. But then I remembered: the other day I myself took a photo of a frog going up the wall!
It must have come up on the wall, jumped in through the bathroom window and my room’s door was open, because I didn’t want to make too much noise when I went outside before my friends woke up in the morning :)
I searched for a container to put on top of it, slid a paper under and took it outside, away from the dog’s reach.
However, to this day I’m amazed how those tiny little guys can climb a wall like that!