I was getting myself some breakfast when i noticed a frog hanging between the Venetian blinds and the glass over the sink.
Dad and I worked to get him into a container
and then i took him over to the woods by the lake since i wasn't sure if he'd prefer land or water.
As soon as i put him down in the grass he just froze, hyperventilating a bit to collect himself after the ordeal.
Pretty quickly, though, he recovered and went about his froggy way.