Mom To The Rescue ... sorta

While out back with the boys, I hear a cat meowing. Sounds like it is caught or hurt or has a sore throat... no matter, it doesn't sound good. The neighbors aren't home and it sounds like it is coming from their yard. Hmmm... they don't have a cat.

After a minute, I decide to go on a rescue mission. I tell the boys I'll be right back and hop over the fence. Now trying to find this noise isn't easy. First the neighbors have a batting area made of loose netting. And a fenced in pool. And bushes, lots of bushes.

After calling for the 'kitty' and trying to find the noise... I found it. I was very happy that it was at the neighbors and not my house. It was a frog trying to be eaten by a snake. Ok, the snake had a hold of a little piece of the frog and wasn't letting go. The snake's head was the size of a dime and the frog was as big as my fist. Very high aspirations for the snake.

Standing there, I decided it might be better if the snake dragged the frog elsewhere... I didn't want to hear it getting eaten and chances were the frog really was too big for the snake. Being the normal typical me, I touched the snake to make it move. It moved all right. And let go of the frog in the process.

I rescued one frog... sorta...