|Bubble bath please?|
On my deck railing years ago I had a planter for a salvia flower, one of those with a water reservoir in the bottom, and one summer it hosted a resident for a few weeks, a juvenile Copes grey treefrog (Hyla chrysoscelis) which thought that reservoir was simply the bomb. By day, the frog would appear occasionally at the surface or even hang out on the lip as seen here, while at night it would hunt the insects that were attracted by my office lights.
I had to move very slowly to capture this shot – it was somewhat habituated to me, but not so much that I could just stick a camera in its face. The actual approach, once I saw it was basking again, took a couple of minutes to cover two meters or so, which I think is safely called a snail's pace. But it worked.