In which my Sainted Southern Mother wins the Internet for the day

(Ranidaphobia is defined as “a morbid and irrational fear of frogs”)

Emailed my Sainted Southern Mother the following, under the subject line “Baby Steps”:

“Your son-in-law is in Iowa, so I did the trash and recycling. I opened the recycling bin and a nasty, eyeball-sucking-out tree frog was stuck to the inside.

“I was very brave, if your definition of brave is also squealing, banging on the outside of the bin to try to get it to leave, fetching a broom, coaxing it onto the broom, then squealing even louder while flinging the entire broom into the backyard.”

My Sainted Southern Mother immediately replied a single line: “How long did it take for the police to get there?”