Not pictured: Boredom
There's something nobody warns you about though. Frogs.
Imagine stepping on that.
Now don't get me wrong, I like frogs, they're cute, and they eat bugs like yellow flies, which are absolutely horrible. I got bit by one of those the other day and it left a huge welt on the back of my ankle. Shit hurts and itches like crazy. Anyways, frogs are like God's flyswatters. But frogs are supposed to stay outside. That's where they live, and that's where the bugs are. Not in the shower. Especially not in the shower with Me. So there I am, innocently taking my shower. I go to reach for my shampoo, and there's a little green tree frog just chillin on the bottle. Naturally, I flip out. I start throwing water on it trying to get it off and it starts jumping around the shower. I'm huddled in the corner by the shower head trying to keep the frog away from me by any means.
This is not an effective way to scare off a frog.
I finally get it corralled in the shower basket and managed to keep it there. Keeping an eye on the basket, I go back to my shower. I kept feeling something watching me though. Looking around, I finally spotted it. Sitting on top of the sliding door, being all creeper-esque, is a frog six times the size of the one I had been kung-fooing. This thing was crazy looking. It looked like the mutated spawn of hypno toad and a mustachioed leopard.
He stares creepily at you with his moustache.
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