I picked up my daughter from work the other night. It was trash night, so the trash can was sitting near the front of the garage door, waiting for her to take it out to the road. That is the ritual. My son's job is to round up the trash and put everything in the outside trash can, and her job is to take it to the road in preparation for the garbage collectors to dump it early the next morning. As I opened the garage door, my headlights spotted a frog leaping toward the receptacle. I lost sight of it and couldn't tell whether it had hopped right into the garage or was behind the trash can or had leapt into the yard. We got out of the car and I used the flashlight on my phone to try to get a glimpse of where it had gone, but was unsuccessful. It wasn't in the garage as far as I could see and it wasn't behind the trash can, so I figured it had gone back home to its natural habitat. She took the trash to the road, I closed the garage door, and we went to bed.
Fast forward about two hours later. I'm fast asleep and I am abruptly woken up by the sound of my phone ringing. I see before I answer that it's my son calling from his downstairs room. "Mama!", he said, his voice agitated. "THERE IS A FROG IN MY ROOM! COME HELP ME GET IT OUT!" I couldn't believe it! The frog must have been in the garage after all, and was still enough to blend in with the leaves that had been tracked in over time from cars, bikes, etc.. Now it had made its way under the door that leads to the house and was holding my son hostage on the other side. I laughed a little to myself, imagining my son's face when he spotted that thing jumping around from the corner of his eye. Poor kid probably damn near had a heart attack.
By the time I make my way downstairs, the frog had hopped under his bed, so we begin the process of removing his sheets so we can remove the mattress and somehow get the frog out of the house and back outside where it belonged. But it wasn't exactly as easy as we had planned. As soon as we got the mattress out of the way, the thing positioned itself directly into a corner and played dead. So now we were going to have to coax it to move and be ready for it to
go in either direction. We were planning to catch him in a shoebox, but in order for that to happen, it needed to hop to the right. Naturally, as soon as I poked it with the top of a water bottle, it hopped left. Very quickly, I might add. Luckily, my son was following its path and positioned himself so that the frog thankfully jumped right toward the open box that my son promptly shut and ran outside to set the frog free and out of our house, where it absolutely did not belong.
The frog situation got me thinking about how absolutely willing and determined we are to get something like a frog out of our house, where it does not belong, yet when it comes to ridding ourselves of behaviors, attitudes, and relationships that have no place in our lives, we somehow lose our resolve. We won't rest until those unwanted creatures are banished from our home, but we allow our mental house to be cluttered by all kinds of invading thoughts and emotions that cause nothing but