I was attacked by a crazed tree frog!

Oh. My. God.

I have tears literally rolling down my face from laughing so hard!

I'm sure it wasn't nearly as funny as it sounds at the time but it sure is a "scream" now.

Now I'll always know that I am NOT the only one weird crap happens to.

Tina

aaah!
Very interesting!
The little frog screamed because it was afraid of you and you to became afraid of it.!

Very funny. LOL!

LoL froggy realised you got feared by it
Admit your scared to ANY animal and they OWN/PWN you
Cute thou shows animals stillhave spm,e åunch to put hiams in their place

Terra,

I'm sure that little guys reaction was nothing more than simply seeing you before you had your coffee. I know before I have my coffee I look like something that crawled out of the swamp after being regurgitated by a rabid crocodile with a bad case of halitosis. And that's on a good day...:p

Actually, those little guys make a lot of noise. You should be able to hear them at night when they are making those chirping noises to attract a mate. I'm sure his initial thought when he first saw you was "Boy, did I hit the jackpot!"

Who knows, he might have been a prince and all you had to do was kiss him...

~Bill

........I'll be BAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!

Oh great Terra - you taught it to scream at people -- now it's gonna see some freaked mutant MI redneck and go scream at him and get stomped for it. Hopefully it will make it's way back over to the park and not see anyone else on the way -- then he can sit on a branch and sing the budweiser song with his pals on the lily pads and the red necks will whistle along instead of stomping them.

Sure hope he makes it.

hahah funny story made my day. I heard a spider scream once? LOL i thought it was just a myth but it actually let out a little high pitched scream just as i was about to catch it and throw it outside

Wow, what a great story with some amazing details. I was told by someone that tree frogs do make some weird sounds. Usually in the summer I can here what I assume to be tree frogs making themselves heard. And it is a strange noise that is for sure.

LMAO. This all reminds me of the movie Cats and Dogs. (Yeah, I watched it - and I LIKED it). In one part the evil cat has the family tied up and starts to talk to them - and the mother starts to scream, and she keeps screaming. Every time you think she's done, she screams again. I almost wet myself it had me laughing so hard. Um.........scuse me - I gotta go now for a couple minutes.

I thought crazed tree animals only existed here in Australia.


Andrew

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A hilarious story well told Terra. And for giving me a good laugh, I give you...

Froggie Went a Courtin'

Two inportant disclaimers need to be added to this "revenge of nature" tale.

1 No tree frogs were harmed during the making of this post;
2 No MissTerraK's were harmed during the making of this post.

It was probably too early to consider having a little taste of frog legs sauteed in butter. Too bad he didn't come around near lunch time. Yes it is quite true...frogs from Michigan do taste like chicken!

I wonder if tree frogs like coffee? I have some that I need cleaned off of my monitor. lol - Great story! Wish I could have been a fly on that wall (well maybe not a fly) - talk about a great viral video that would have made.

Anyway - just play this video a few times to cure your new found phobia...

I thought of Elmer's blog post as soon as I read this. This is a piece I wrote more years ago than I care to remember, called 'Hopping Mad'. I'm no longer quite so sure that frogs are the innocent creatures I believed them to be back then...

Amber pools of light from the streetlamps illuminated the roads, assisted by the myriad of stars that pierced the inky evening sky, but still I overlooked him. “That was a frog back there, Mum,” my daughter said. We were on our way to her weekly Brownie Guide meeting and running late, but it seemed such a bizarre comment that I felt moved to investigate. “A dead frog?” I asked, turning back up the hill. She was about to reply when I spotted him myself. Squatting in the centre of the pavement, and very much alive, he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just missed being squashed by yours truly.

“You’re gonna get yourself flattened if you’re not careful”, I told him (as one does), and gently nudged him towards the grass verge with the edge of my boot. He was having none of it and scrambled up on to my foot, headed down the other side and towards the road instead. Three times we repeated this procedure, but this was one stubborn frog. “If you think I’m picking you up” I said,“You’ve got another think coming.”

“Mum!” my daughter was saying impatiently (and with faint traces of embarrassment) "Come on, we’re going to be late.” Reluctantly, I abandoned him to his fate and took her down the road to the church hall, where I left her boasting to her little mates “I bet your mum’s not as weird as mine!”

Making my way back up the hill, I was surprised to find him still where I’d left him, wearing what I’d swear was a look of defiance across his froggy features. ‘It must be the time of year’ I thought, ‘he’s still half asleep.’ And then I realised that he wasn’t the only one to be slow on the up-take. Given the weather we were experiencing, he was hardly looking for any old source of water, we were surrounded by the stuff. Either spring was just around the corner or someone had got him up early, but this was A Frog With A Mission.

As the time of year grows close when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love, so the thoughts of Kermit and his buddies turn to getting some frog's-legover. For them the path of true love is fraught with difficulties. Beneath the lily pads, it’s likely that ‘Ribbit!’ translates as ‘Our love life is *so* predictable!’, for each year frogs and toads return to the same breeding ponds, often along a path trodden by their amphibious ancestors centuries ago. In doing so, they face hazards that weren’t even thought of in those far off days, most notably modern traffic, and thousands are killed every spring.

Frogs are useful creatures, damaging little and feeding off the kind of pests that many farmers and gardeners are still willing to pay a small fortune to eliminate chemically. These same chemicals eliminate frogs just as easily. Ironically, given that the activities of man are responsible for the diminishing number of frogs, we have an awful lot in common with them.

In recent years, scientists have established that frogs and toads share several characteristics with human beings, both physiological and ecological. Affected in the same ways by industrial and agricultural changes to the environment, it’s a view held by conservationists in some quarters that the fortunes of the frog population are reflected closely in our own. It’s sobering to realize, therefore, that some species of frog are already extinct.

I thought of the frog that sits at the side of my pond on most summer evenings. Singing with a voice like a throttled cricket, and playing under the hosepipe I’ll occasionally gently aim at him, he’s virtually regarded as a family pet. I thought about how much he’d be missed if he didn’t show up this year, and I looked down at the obtuse froggy-on-the-pavement. I knew I wasn’t going to let him end his days beneath the wheels of a passing car. “Okay” I said, “You wanna cross the road? Let’s go!”

I nudged him with the side of my boot again, this time towards the road. I evidently had the right idea now, because he hopped along for a couple of nudges, more or less in the direction I wanted him to go. I think the exercise must have woke him from his semi-slumber, because he suddenly decided it was time to become a little more athletic.

BOING! His next leap was in a diagonal direction, down towards the main road that crossed ours just yards away. ‘Daft frog’ I thought, or words to that effect. BOING! BOING! His future started to look a little brighter as he took two leaps up the road. BOING! Back down again. This was going to be harder than I thought. At this point, a car approached. Standing in the middle of the road, it occurred to me that although the driver must have witnessed a pretty peculiar sight, I could still be anonymously peculiar and walk away. I glanced at Frog to see he’d assumed the squatting position again and was frozen to the road in terror. The phrase ‘toad-in-the-hole’ sprung to mind - I stood my ground.

The car slowed to a halt and the driver wound down the window. “You alright, love?” he asked, in the kind of voice that said “I’ve met people before that have escaped from your place”

“It’s… erm… it’s a frog in the road.” I explained to him that the frog was off to find a mate, and that he just needed a little help in crossing the road. The driver stifled a laugh. “Perhaps you need one of those babe mags. Stand on the other side of the street with one of they and ‘e’ll soon ‘op to it!” The laugh escaped.

Frogs-porn? I was getting desperate. I gave Frog another nudge, and he leapt higher than ever. BOING! BOING! I caught sight of the car driver doubled up in his seat with hysterical laughter, just as frog sailed out of my line of vision towards the main road. With one last effort, I dived to the left and executed a save that David Seaman would have been proud of. Bouncing off my open hand, Frog landed unscathed on the grass verge opposite where I’d found him, and crawled off casually into a nearby privet hedge.

Having recovered his composure, the driver pulled away, but not before commenting that it seemed an awful lot of trouble to go to for a frog. Perhaps it was, but I’d do it again if the need ever arose, and I think you should too. I’d like to believe that by the time my daughter and her brothers are adults, we’ll have managed to compensate for some of the damage we’ve done to our world, and I’d like to believe that frogs will still live in it's waters somewhere. Direct descendants, perhaps, of The Frog With A Mission.

You just made my freaking day. Holy crap I'm laughing my arse off. Sorry for the language, but it's totally necessary.

I want to come hang out where you live and catch one to show my friends!

Thanks for this post...seriously...what an amazing story this was.

Terra? You haven't used your photo shop yet have you?

LOL! Your story totally made my day! Maybe the little frog meant to emit a roar to scare you aware but things did not work out for it. That is one crazy experience!

Never been attacked by tree frogs, I've had squirrels hiss and throw acorns at me. Watch out for the evil squirrels.

While I was reading your story I already imagine you while you were screaming. LOL.
Nice story this made my day.

Someday ask me about the mutant squirrel who managed to build little AK47s and a 1/16 working scale tiger tank! (not to mention the helmets and bullet proof armored flak jacket!)
Lol.

Haahaaa, lol another win for crazy frog! You've got to get this guy on video. If serious cat can be a star, then I'm sure crazy frog could reach celebrity status! Keep us updated!

Terra - maybe this little guy knows he has astounding vocal chords and is trying to get discovered. Maybe he wants his flies already caged and ready to go. We all like luxury.

Why don't you sit on the porch and play a guitar and see if he sings along - if he does you can at least explain that you aren't an agent or a director and that he has you confused with someone else. Tell him where he can find an agent or director and he'll probably go away.