meet phil, or barry. living with a frog.
- Lurking
This fellow here is either Phil (L phyllochroa), or Barry (L barryngtonensis) and he has lived above the door inside a house in Coorabell for eight years.
Coorabell, rolls off the tongue don’t it.
Doesn’t move all day doesn’t Phil, or Barry, just sits there like a jade green Buddha – but at dusk he starts to bark and so far he’s won the same little babe every night ~
Phil, or Barry, always waits for lights out at action time – and nobody wants to feel him underfoot on the stumble between the bedroom and the kitchen on a thirsty night. Sometimes he slips over to the sink and waits for a small cockroach to wander past in the darkness – he sits up on the cold water tap, the one you reach for at 2 am when all the previous night’s booze gets a man thirsty.
urgh .. !
Slimy little soft life there.
Years ago one popped up in the toilet, right between my legs, and the sight of that little grin down there scared the daily dump all the way back up the to the upper intestine.
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Oh God – what a great way to start my Sunday morning LMAO. 🙂
Thank you so much for this. Still LMAO…
I LIKE FROGS