Frogs play possum.* Walked into sitting room first thing this morning, dear froggy would no more go a wooing - he was stretched out on his back sparko, definitely deceased. I covered him with a cardboard box thinking I couldn't deal with it until at least one cup of coffee later. Quietly reading book, sipping coffee when the box jumped. Coffee and I jumped too. Little bastard must have feigned death to stop the cats teasing it. *Not a lot of people know that.