A heart-shaped frog procrastinated loudly when I jammed my foot in. Then, when I tried to pry him loose from the cavernous regions of the toe compartment, he secreted something slimy all over my fingertips. Maybe I shouldn’t leave my shoes outside anymore… Nature always wins in the end.
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
I guess it’s not a highly toxic secretion or you’d not be blogging….poor wee frog, but it’s better than having a nasty centipede or scorpion in your shoe. Owie!