My Prince?

Late last week, I'd snuck out the back door at work to smoke a cigarette. As I looked looked down at the homemade bench sitting by the ash barrel..thingie.. I noticed this little frog-toad critter sitting there. I wished I'd had my camera with me, but I hadn't carried it since getting back from Las Vegas.

Later that afternoon I snuck out again and he was still there. It was sort of odd that it wouldn't have moved in six hours. One of the girls from the office jiggled the bench to see if he'd show any signs of life, we were starting to think it was dead. He blinked when she did it, so we just decided he was sunning himself.

So you can imagine my surprise when today, while climbing the steps to the front entrance (the other side of the building) and having my trusty camera in tow for the first time in a month, I was greeted by this:

It was as if he just showed up to get his picture taken, when I went back later he was gone. Lulu said I should have kissed him, ya never know.