The storm that wasn't and the frog that is.

We never did get the storm that was headed our way last week. A few of our neighbors had evacuated, but most of us just stayed right here. Of course, had the storm hit hard, we would have been wishing we were anywhere but here. As it was, when our neighbors drove into their driveway and saw just a few small tree branches scattered on their lawns, we were telling them that they wasted their time and their gas for the two-hour drive north. Hind-sight is a wonderful thing.

Hurricane season is here to stay, at least until late October or early November. I'm sure we'll have a few more scares, with weathermen listing the wind velocities and rainfall measurements while standing on the seawall in Galveston.

The little frog who has been living underneath our flowerbed near the front walkway is still there. I was worried about him during all the heavy rain we had. I thought his little kingdom (frogdom?) would get water-logged at best, or flooded-out at worst, but he seems to be just fine. He crawled out of his little cave earlier this evening and hopped into the flowerbed near the drainpipe. Was he looking for water? Do I have to put a little water dish out there for him? Just what I need-- another little mouth to feed, another pet to worry about.

Our gardeners came and trimmed the bushes and shrubs out front when we weren't home one day last week. Now everything looks too neat and too tidy, as if the leaves are standing at attention instead of dancing on the wind. I hate when they do that. I had asked them to just weed the flowerbeds, not march through the shrubbery with every power-tool in their arsenal. It's not easy to communicate with the gardeners. I will either have to learn more Spanish, or they have to learn more English.

How do you say "Just pull out the weeds and be careful of my frog!!!" in Spanish?