In January I discovered that my house was not cat-proof when the bedraggled Puddle made his way inside on one nondescript weekday morning. This morning I further discovered that my house also is not frog-proof. I awoke this morning to find a fairly medium sized and nonplussed frog meditating just inside my front door. Though not as affectionate as Puddle, the frog clearly did not feel obliged to hurry out upon being discovered uninvited. I named him Edmund.