Yesterday I went out to my pond to find that my frogs were being overly dramatic and had decided to re-enact the final scene of Deliverance.

A tiny froggy hand rising out of the gloom.

My immediate thought was “Right, the pond’s haunted.”

I briefly considered moving.

But then remembered my frogs are adorable tiny piss-takers who would of course delight in shouting to each other… “She’s coming! Places! Everyone, assume your positions!”

Before recreating a murderous moment for my delight and pleasure.

Not for one teeny tiny moment did I recoil and whisper “What in the fecking feck?!” when I saw it waving at me.