Last year I was bending over at the waist to peek in my frog cage in the basement playroom. My hands were folded behind my back so I could steady myself.
Then I felt someone squeeze the tip of my little finger.
Thinking one of my sons snuck up behind me, teasing me. I lifted up to normal posture, smiled and turned around. I started to say something and realized I was alone. I stepped outside of the room but no one was anywhere.
Ok that was strange. So I went back to the stance I had admiring the frogs... and it happened again! Someone squeezed my little fingertip.
No one was there, so I decided I was done looking at the frogs for awhile.
Then I felt someone squeeze the tip of my little finger.
Thinking one of my sons snuck up behind me, teasing me. I lifted up to normal posture, smiled and turned around. I started to say something and realized I was alone. I stepped outside of the room but no one was anywhere.
Ok that was strange. So I went back to the stance I had admiring the frogs... and it happened again! Someone squeezed my little fingertip.
No one was there, so I decided I was done looking at the frogs for awhile.