While the property has been overrun with bebby anoles, it’s also seeing more than its fair share (whatever that may be) of bebby frogs as well. This is a scale photo of one from the other night:
That is my left thumb. The sickly pink one, I mean, not the green one, and just now I realized I should have named the image, “greenthumb.jpg.” Too late now stupid.
Look at your thumb just to get an idea of scale. Not that this really helps, since this is not your thumb, which I would have used if you’d been here that night like you were supposed to be, but noooo. Anyway, if you’re some kind of construction worker, or a weightlifter, or Richard Kiel, my thumb is smaller than yours. On the other hand it’s slightly bigger, if you’re a child that’s not actually huge for their age, or some K-Pop star, or the worst POTUS ever, my thumb is bigger than yours. But if you’re a late middle-aged nature photographer that’s hopelessly mired in eighties music and has no one coming to their website, it’s probably a perfect match.
Not helping? Okay, let’s see, my thumb pad covers exactly four lines of text on the blog vertically, which probably only helps if you have your monitor resolution set the same as mine and mine is a custom setting due how far I sit back from the screen. So, uhhh, my thumb gets snagged in three out of four scissors handles on the market – no, wait, that’s the right hand, never mind. If I hold it out at arm’s length, it’s the same width as the spine to The Sibley Guide To Birds, provided I lean back in my chair. It is smaller than a cartoon character’s thumb when they hit it with a hammer, though close to the lower end of the throb.
Ummm, its upward swipe motion is insufficient to unlock my smutphone one-handed, necessitating that I drop whatever I’m doing with the right hand. But if I make the ‘OK’ circle with it and my forefinger, the hole is way bigger than a quarter. People don’t seem to be able to see it when I’m trying to hitch a ride, though. It fits firmly up my ass when I should be cataloging photos or working on the car. Come to think of it (leave it alone,) not the best method either, since now you’re inclined to jam your own thumb up my ass to compare the fit.
Anyway, that should give you an idea, and from there, you can determine how small the frog is. Easy peasy.