I recently had an island experience that made me question if the end of days was upon us. While driving down the road to my house one night I heard a thump against my car. It startled me and I wondered if maybe I’d gotten too close to a tree branch sticking out into the road.

But then it happened again, and again.

Seriously, what the heck?!?

I hit the brakes and looked around. All of a sudden, I saw something (many somethings) flying out of the trees in front of my headlight.

What on earth…is that…FROGS?!?

Is it RAINING FROGS?!?

Isn’t that one of the plagues or something? This is it. The world is officially ending!

And then it stopped as suddenly as it began. Once the shock wore off, I started driving again and concluded there must’ve been something in the trees chasing them. Iguana maybe? Although they usually aren’t active at night, but who knows.

I pulled into my driveway, parked, unbuckled my seatbelt, and turned towards my driver side window (as one normally does when preparing to exit a vehicle they’ve just been operating). Far from normal, however, were the bulging eyeballs of a critter staring back at me and looking about as stunned as I was.

It was a pretty decent-sized tree frog, which I actually found adorable once my heart had returned back to its proper position in my chest. Then I noticed he wasn’t alone. There was another tiny frog on the hood.

All the while, the colony of cats I feed were beginning to surround my car, undoubtedly wondering why I hadn’t hopped right out to immediately tend to their dining needs. I looked at the frogs clinging to the vehicle for dear life and thought, “Man, you guys do not have good survival instincts. These cats are going to have a field day when they see you.”

I carefully shimmied out of the car, trying not to draw further attention to the amphibian on my door, nor to scare him into jumping down into the mouths of the hungry felines below.

As I slowly approached the small frog on the hood, he leapt into the tree I’d parked beneath. Another frog I’d yet to see then followed suit from the roof. I figured I’d help the poor little guy on my driver’s side get to the tree, since he didn’t have a direct line of sight from his angle.

As I leaned forward to scoop him off the window he jumped frantically in my direction, hitting me directly in the face.

Awwww, man! He got me in the MOUTH!

He bounced off my face and on to the hood of the car, where I successfully shooed him in the direction of his friends hiding above. I paused a beat, leaving time for his potential transformation into a prince, then turned back towards the clowder of cats staring up at me and laughed. Why are there never people around to witness these things when they happen?