"Will is My Friend"

So that's Will. He is our pet, or the closest thing we have to one. He lives on our washing machine out back and has been here longer than me. Maybe longer than Colleen. He just lives there. Sometimes he goes away, but he's always back shortly after. I'd say 9 times out of 10 he's out there. And we make a lot of trips back there. Since the machine is small & we only have a drying rack, we can only do one load a day, and need to do one probably every other day or so.

But back to Will, he is a small tree frog - about the size of the tip of my thumb, that pic is extremely close - and he doesn't seem to mind us doing our laundry or making a racket back there. We barely ever actually see him move (though Colleen is always quick to note, we did see him taking a lil' poo one day) so he's a pretty chill guy. I've almost got up the nerve to try to pick him up, but not yet. I've gotten my finger right up to his nose, and he doesn't seem too freaked, so maybe soon I'll try to go for it. Also contemplating possibly bringing him inside for the winter. As he lives in about a 1" square area right now, i don't think he'd mind a little confined space for the harsh months. We'll see though. Maybe he'll bolt before I get up the nerve to grab him.