Tiny visitor

A few days ago, a small frog got inside our screened-in back porch. I hate when that happens, because I can't always capture them or shoo them out, and sometimes I'll find a small desiccated corpse.

Well, this frog got in, and when I went after him, he lit out for a pile of buckets and other gardening junk in the corner, so I couldn't find him. Lamenting that he'd probably cross the river Jordan before too long, I sadly went about my business. 

Fast forward to today, and Mrs. Paco called me to the porch to show me something. She was repotting some plants, and in an old yogurt cup, which contained a small plant destined for a bigger pot, she spotted this...

That little mottled blob to the right of the plant is our interloper. It found a place to hunker down, it seems, until a rescue was effected. Mrs. Paco gladly released it into the wild.

Now, if I can just find that blue-tailed skink...