Funny thing happened this weekend... and it made me think of Kara Edwards, after her blog about Worm Poop and Voice Overs.  Though, I cannot draw a parallel to vo with this story like she did - mine is simply a funny story. 
 
I don't necessarily have a passion for it, but I try my hand at growing a thing or two now and then.  I've learned I really don't have a "green thumb" at all.  Although, once I had a tomato plant that grew to about seven feet tall, chock full of tomatoes. Unfortunately, my hubby doesn't like tomatoes. 
 
Anyway, I had a little basil plant on the window sill in my kitchen. It had been there for a while - probably about a year or more.  Every week, I grab it and throw it under the faucet, and plop it back up on the sill. Oddly, never have I used the basil (sad I know... I'm not really into cooking. But when I do, I love to use fresh herbs - it makes all the difference!).
 
Anyway, a couple weeks ago, I noticed the plant was starting to die.  I figured it was just my neglect. Like I said, I don't have a "green thumb", so I kill just about everything I grow. Matter of fact, my husband just put fake grass in my little garden out by our pool. Yes, you read that correctly... fake grass in my garden.
 
So, I broke off the dead little limbs from the basil plant, and left the one green branch.  "Maybe it will come back?" I thought.  
 
This past Saturday morning, my husband was cracking eggs at the kitchen sink (making breakfast for me and our house guests -  lucky me!). He noticed the dying plant, and grabbed it to throw it under the faucet... and then called out to me, "Honey, did you not notice what's in your plant?"
 
I came into the kitchen and asked him what he was talking about, all the while saying, yeah, I know it's dead... defending myself and my non-green thumb. He said, "Go take a look at your plant." 

So I did.  Buried in the soil, with big eyeballs peeking out, was a big ole frog. 
 
I grew a frog.
 
HA!!!
 
I have no idea how he got there.  Seriously... could he have hopped in and dug himself a hole?  The window where the plant sat was never open.  It's no where near a door.  Is it possible I grew a frog? Have you ever heard of such a thing?

I guess a frog in my plant is better than a frog in my throat!