nighttime visitor

Muriel spotted this little guy on the floor of the barn the other night. Frogs bring out the five year old in me, and I scooped him up to check out his little buggy eyes, his sweet toe pads. After parading him around for the farm crew I plopped him outside under the pidgeon peas, and lo and behold, he was back in the barn five minutes later. I have no idea why our cold cement floors were so appealing. Maybe he was in the market for a snack.