Feeling froggy

I managed to take this with my cell phone after slowing to tractor speed.


So this morning, we're on our way to daycare and subsequently the office, when Susannah says, "Cup," and hands forward her juice sippy cup. Not unusual as she has this habit of not wanting to hold onto it or set it down after satisfying her thirst.
Because I'm driving, on back, country roads (probably too fast?) I don't really look back, just pass my hand between the seats and reach for the cup.
While I grab it, something wet, cold and sticky suddenly clings to my forearm.
Child-sized booger?
Leaky cup?
Inaccurate showering experience?
Nope.
Just a massive, apparently personable frog.
Actually, I would qualify it more as a toad.
The thing jumped from my forearm up to my lap, just under the steering wheel so I couldn't really react and was sort of afraid of squishing it on my pants.
Then it jumped from leg to leg until it was in the floorboard.
I lost sight of it for a while, all the time Susannah was giggling at her momma's shrieking and sporadic movements.
Just as I was making one of the last turns on the way to the sitter's, I check my speed and there it is. Sitting calmly on the steering wheel column, just giving me the stare down.
I really think upon further investigation that the thing must have been rabid. I mean, don't frogs usually prefer to go away from people?
So in the end, we arrive at daycare and I roll the passenger side window down, con the animal into an empty cup (see Galon, it is good sometimes that my car is a moving trash receptacle) and slung it onto the grass.
All's well that ends well, but the be honest, the little guy seemed kinda bummed at getting the boot.