I returned home on Thursday after being away at work for 2 weeks. On Friday I filled the bathtub with hot water and foaming bubble bath, poured myself a giant glass of ice tea, lit some candles, grabbed a paperback and soaked for a few hours. Ahhhhhh! What bliss! Today while out shopping, my husband procedes to tell me about the frog that Halo and Pepper brought in to the house last week and killed in the bathtub! I asked him if he had scrubbed out the tub afterwards and he gave me one of those "guy" looks. You know? Like, why in the world would I do something like that? So, basically I was bathing in frog guts! Now I didn't notice any stains or anything in the tub when I got in, so he did wipe it with a paper towel, but he didn't use any cleanser. Yuck! I'm scrubbing it down with every germ killer in the house.
Rest in Peace little frog.