Ribbit, ribbit.

OK, I just had a freak-out moment.

I walked into the bathroom to pee. I didn't turn the light on as there was enough illumination from the hallway.

After lifting the cover to the toilet, I heard splashing.

WTF?

I turned on the light and there, swimming in the bowl, was a frog.  Yes, a frog.

I freaked a bit and called John, not knowing what to do.

(Side story...many years ago I created a fictional character called Kissy the Frog.  Mike and I used to make up stories about the adventures of Kissy.  So John, when he stopped laughing at me, asked if it was Kissy.  I said, no, Kissy is green and this frog is a tanish color. John started howling and said, "So it's Pissy the Frog!")

"Can I flush it? It came up that way, so it should go back down that way."

Yes, he assured, me. Flush it. 

I love frogs and other creatures. I just don't love them in my toilet.