What the *!$!...Is that a frog?...OH MY.....!!!

Sorry about the slight delay on "Our First Trip Story". Been trying to get the pictures and time frame together to tell that one properly. So, instead I give you one of the absolutely, funniest things I have ever heard over a phone.
It all started as I was getting ready to head over to Shannon's to pick her up so that we can visit Mason, my very, new nephew, and the phone rang. As I picked it up there was a panicked voice on the verge of a scream. But let me go back just a little farther and let the chain of events unfold as they happened. (The following info came from Shannon as we pieced together this incident from stage-1 to stage-hilarious.) That morning before Shannon left for work she heard a "glug, glug, glug" from her toilet. Not thinking to much of it, and assuming it was nothing more than air trapped in the lower part of the toilet, she flushed it and problem solved. Jump ahead now to that afternoon after work when Shannon was cleaning up before I got there. As she walked into the bathroom and glanced at the toilet, she saw a little mass/clump of "something" in the bottom of the toilet. Any red flags yet? Maybe a question mark in the back of her mind? Maybe. As she watches as she flushes, a surprising array of bug parts swirls about the bowl. Still, no BIG RED FLAG. Now as she walks back into her bedroom, she has the uncanny feeling that she is being watched. There, on her backpack, was according to Shannon, A tree frog the size of a small dog. They both froze when eye contact was made. Then as Shannon made a move to the phone, it twisted its grotesquely large neck to follow her movement. Then my phone rang. Stage-Hilarious ensues. The panic in her voice was genuine. I thought someone had broken into her house. Then it JUMPED!! The screams of shear terror as it stalked her through the bedroom ruptured my left eardrum. Now honestly, it was a mixture of screams, curses and hysterical/maniacal laughter. I guess she could not believe this was happening. On my end, I was on the floor, peeing my pants while trying to be helpful and supportive all at once. Talk about multi-tasking. I manage to tell her to grab a plastic grocery bag to grab the frog, yet for some strange reason she cursed at me and said, "There was no way in Hell I was gonna touch that thing!" By this time, the little frog had grown to the size of a Buick. (Honestly, I could hear over the phone when it would splat against the floor and walls and the chase ensued.) Needless to say, Shannon gained her wits and grabbed a partially melted plastic food storage container, and managed to contain the BEAST. As she hustled it to the back porch, its massive head wriggled through the melted part, which caused such a blood-curdling scream, that Shannon's two Jack Russell's fled for the safety of large furniture. All said and done, Shannon won the battle, but did she win the war? For 30 minutes after the monster was evicted, he stared back at the window as she peeked through the blinds. He would not leave. In hindsight, it is apparent that this demon came up through the vent on the roof and dropped into Shannon's toilet. Also, the picture in this post, of this tree frog was taken over two years later. Same one...Who knows?

P.S. - Note the crazy smile on the frogs face