The other day I was moving around the potted plants that summer on the deck. The large container of ginger sits on plastic feet, which raise it about a half inch off the ground. When I picked up the pot this guy was underneath:
The frog looked at me. I looked at him, then I pulled out my camera. He posed nicely while I took his portrait. The photo is deceptive; this little guy was only about an inch long. I went on about my moving plants business and the next time I looked he was gone.
After I finished my work I came inside and posted the photo on Facebook. One of my friends made a comment that if she had seen the frog she would have "freaked and dropped the pot, because (even though she doesn't mind snakes, spiders or bugs ) she was petrified of frogs". I'd never heard of frog phobia, but I know there's a name for everything. It only took a couple of seconds for Google to tell me that a fear of frogs and toads is ranidaphobia.
Now we all know.