Drove to work today, in the garage there was a small frog. I gently grabbed his sides, which were suprisingly (to me) soft, and nudged him to the side lest he be run over. I expected him to jump away as soon as I got near, but he didn't. He was still sitting where I'd left him when I drove off down the street. I take this as a good sign. A frog in the garage portends a rimjob from a supermodel. Or some such.