It must be "frog season" because these little guys are EVERYWHERE.
For many cultures, the frog symbolizes good luck or a sign of friendship. They're also a valuable part of the ecosystem; they help control insects and are snacks for larger animals.
It's just a bit disconcerting to be resting in bed with a good book only to have a wet, sticky "thing" plop onto your arm. I didn't know how that little tree frog ended up in bed with me (a fairytale prince wannabe? I didn't think of kissing him to find out!). After having a giant cricket crawl up my pillow when I was reading a week before, I wasn't too startled about the frog. He was gently scooped up and ushered outside.
That's life in a wilderness for you.
The most recent encounter was the frog that smacked into my face when I left the boat's companionway one early, predawn morning. The rubbery, suction-fingered fellow ended up in my bag and went for a ride to work. While trying to get him to kindly step outside, I took his picture. As the sun rose for another day at work in the Everglades, a third frog was clinging to one of the store's large, tinted windows. I took his photo as well while he angled his green head around, trying to figure out if I was friend or foe.
I hope the belief that frogs are lucky is true. If so, this whole little community should be showered in good fortune...