Frog in a box.

So...I succumbed to a nap this afternoon and as a result am wide awake at midnight. Lying in bed I kept on hearing a strange noise, a bit like a dripping sound, an intermittent noise but quite regular. Of course as I got up to investigate it stopped but started again as I returned to bed...Sod's Law!I returned to investigate this time with a torch and thinking the sound had a kind of echo- ey tone to it peered into a large empty box by the book shelves. There in the torch light sat a tiny, green frog. The sound I had heard was it jumping to try and get out. I reached in and it calmly allowed me to pick itself up without fuss and I removed it to the garden.I have been relocating at least one spider a night for the past fortnight...it could be the same one with a homing instinct now I think of it. How far I have come from the guy who would immediately crush them underfoot in the past. It may sound decent of me but the late night skitterings recently have lead me to resetting the mouse traps yesterday.I have humane and lethal traps set so it is pot luck for the vermin. I caught two last night but they chose unwisely and ended up as chicken fodder. I also found an unlucky gecko trapped in one this morning and opening it saw that it had gone after a cockroach also trapped inside. I felt bad about that. I actually do not mind the geckos now. The thought of the possibility of a small reptile crawling about the room as I slept used to keep me awake in those early nights Down Under but now I really don't mind. They are harmless unless you have six or eight legs.I looked at its cold, limp body lying in my hand this morning and then suddenly it moved! It was still alive. It had a huge crease across it's back where the trap had held it but as they can regrow tails maybe they can repair spines? I took it outside and it slowly crawled into a crack in the cordwood wall by the back door. The cockroach went in the bin...or Heaven as it probably thought.