As I closed the door, I hear a "PLOP" noise.
I looked down and there lay Freddy (the tree frog that was living on my deck).
Not a movement from him.
I must have knocked him down when I opened the sliding screen.
I felt so bad.
And thank you for not falling down the neck of my shirt as I walked outside.
It may have cushioned your fall, but, I fear, the body with rigamortis setting in would have been mine.
Update: 7:30 p.m.
Praise be to the Reptile Deity - It's a Miracle!
I walked out to peek through the window to see if he was still there. I thought I saw his throat moving up & down (you know like frog throats do). I couldn't believe my eyes, so I went outside. Sure enough it was moving!
I grabbed a shovel and turned him over. His eyes were open! Look, he even moved a short distance.
Oh, for goodness sake, what am I going to do with him NOW?
I felt bad when I thought he died, but now I feel like he's in pain.
I put some water out next to him and that plastic thing for him to crawl under for shelter.
I draw the line at going out to catch bugs to feed a frog! I don't even like frogs.
Oh, good grief, who would have thought I would be a froggie nurse?
Geez, it's a good thing I didn't toss him over the rockwall to become dinner for some other critter in the food chain like I was going to do. Or maybe not such a good thing.............