Table FrogLeela looked for him one night when we were intrigued by the mating calls. What's great about these little opportunists is that they get inside plastic drain pipes and do their croaking, er, CROAKING. They may not have invented the tool, but they know how to use it. It sounds impressive to us so it must be a Siren call to the lady frogs.
Once Leela spotted him, he leaped out of the drain pipe and under a wrought iron table where he sat while I blinded him repeatedly with the flash. He's about two inches long.