This little “escapee” will soon be returning to home to East Texas after finding his way *inside* my RV this morning!
So how did this little tree frog end up hundreds of miles away at the beach in Port Aransas, Texas?
A few days before I left Livingston, I kept pulling this tree frog off the RV and sticking him on a nearby tree; however, by the next evening, this sticky bug catcher would be back on my rig!
“You can’t come with me,” I’d say.
He proved me wrong.
About a week after I set up here in Port Aransas, I saw Mr. Tree Frog sticking on the bunkhouse slide out.
“Surely not!” I thought, but alas, it was.
From that point on, my evening ritual included making small water puddles for him (and the local toads) as I watered my outside plants.
Often, I’d see him sticking on the side of my RV slide out, waiting for the water and bounty of bugs that followed.
Twice, he was perched on my utility hookups, as if waiting for the nightly “faux rain shower.” He was not scared of me, and would even allow me to lightly drizzle him with water from the hose.
It was an agreeable set up, but now, less than a week away from moving to a new RV Resort on the beach, I was worried that he’d get left behind or worse – a meal for a hungry seagull.
This morning, I was awakened by commotion in the rig!
The cats were after something and, trying to quickly shake off sleep, I ran to the kitchen to find out what they had found.
It was the little frog, sitting in the middle of a ring of cats.
The little frog was completely unharmed, and most likely untouched. My guess is the kitties tried to touch him, and his stickiness freaked them out.
I quickly scooped him up, dressed, and drove him over to ARK (Animal Rehabilitation Keep). ARK is the place that rescues all those baby sea turtles you see in the news, plus injured seagulls and other wounded marine life.
They took him in, and after identifying his species, informed me that tree frogs are in fact not native to the area.
Luckily, one of the staff members has family in the Houston area, and will soon be transported back to Deep East Texas (they took the information of where he originated). In the meantime, this lucky little frog will be kept safe and sound, with all the fruit flies he can eat!
I know it sounds silly, but I feel like this little tree frog and I had become… well, friends. Sadly, much like with ET (from the movies), it’s time for this visitor to go back *home* – to his own kind, to his own world.
Good luck, little tree frog friend. You’ll always be a special memory from my RV travel days!