We drove by a house today with two brick columns leading up to the front porch. On the top of each column sat a large cement-gray frog. It was a small modest house, and the frogs seemed like they should be guarding a vast old mansion with overgrown bushes and ancient trees with tired limbs.
I swear, if we ever win the lottery, our house will be out of control with things like this. I dare say bat-shit crazy.