The Frawg apocalypse

Today I have relearned the following.

(1) The gravity switch is stuck in the on and down positions.

(2) Frawgs can projectile, fire hose, pee.

(3) I am too old for this.

(4) Frawgs are defiant!

This guy here

This vicious amphibious apocalypse,

This denizen of cat taunting malevolence defiantly assaulted my toe, taunted the cat, peed upon me, and is a home invader.

Making loud froggy mating calls, hiding behind the table saw, in defiance. I first took pity thinking to save him from the stalking cat.

How was I repaid?

The evil bastard summoned the dual demons of gravity and angular, ie, vectored force along with the spell of malevolent sudden rapid unexpected acceleration.

Gravity sucks.

However I prevailed.

My gravity dance of doom scared the cat, she ran to hide and meow her displeasure. While trying to discern which direction up was I, was assaulted by the Frawg of hell.

It pissed upon me again, and I tossed it out the door.

It returned.

I swept it out gently with a broom.

Sat down to celebrate my victory, and just as I lit my cigarette ,

The bastard assaulted my toe, once again peeing on me.

He landed in the yard.

The photo is him glaring in defiance while I stand guard in the doorway.

I fear it will be a long night standing guard against amphibious assault.

Pray that he is such a a jerk that he has no friends or allies or all is doomed.

Amphibious Anarchy is afoot.