I've had a squatter on my
patio for about three weeks. A tree frog moved into the rocks underneath my
Boston fern. Now in his mind, this probably seems very much like a pond and he's
a frog, frogs belong in ponds. I wasn't thrilled about it at first but after
some time, I got used to him. He did his thing. Didn't bother anyone, didn't
make any noise so what the heck. I gave him a name, Alvin.

 Alvin is a bold frog; he lies in the sun on the table
surrounding the fern, with just...