#sometimes the rain pipe dripples

[definegodliness]

It’s been a summery day. It’s late at night and I’d been keeping the doors open to air out this place. It’s started raining (nice). However when I shut the door before going to sleep, I noticed I had enabled a home invasion. To be more specific: I have just finished a 10 minute long Tom & Jerry styled chase of a young frog, male, distinguished by his smolness, who I must say was fast as lightning, with lightning reflexes, and had a keen insight of picking below furniture hiding places. My knees and elbows are still glowing from the impact of desperate leaps ending in me lying outstretched on our oaken living room floor. However, right now I am in a weird status quo, you see, this green epitome of slicketry was so fast in travelling from one dark spot to the other, that now that I’ve caught him and sent him back to frolic in the garden, I am still sitting here, Spotify muted, making sure there weren’t in fact two of them... 

listening for any sleekly pap-pap-pap’s.