Before sitting down on our Adirondack chairs I say, “Frog check!” It never fails that we find Mr. Frog on one or the other chair tucked under the cushion. I then gently scoop him up and put her near the bird bath that is near by. Then he looks at me as if to say, “Hey, I’m a tree frog, not a water frog!” Then he hops away, but I know he will always return. I kinda like the little guy. He has really become part of the family this summer which makes me think I should give him a name. I think I shall call him Mr. Green Jeans. What do you think?