The frog in my pond is rarely seen.  We hear him sometimes, croaking or plopping, but sightings are rare.  Maybe once a year.  So imagine my surprise when I heard a plop in the swimming pool filter basket.  I looked in and saw the frog.  He was surprised himself and probably terrified he jumped out of the basket and swam to the bottom of the pool.   I took this picture

and them used the skimmer net to scoop him back into the pond.  At the end of the ordeal he was barely moving but twenty minutes later he had gone back into hiding.  We have no idea how long he was in the swimming pool or even if he is a he.  Lillian gave him the name Randolph Meyer and it has stuck.

Randolph is bigger than an iPhone but smaller than an iPad.  About the size of a large sunglasses case.

Lesson:  A pool is not a pond.  Or?