Amphibians.

I was today years old when I finally saw a frog sitting on a lily pad. No big deal, just a little frog resting on a broad, flat platform without disrupting surface tension. I'd been aware it happened, and I'd never seen it until today. And boy, was it cute.

Me, I was out on a small pond on a kayak and wouldn't have wanted to get a picture even if I had my phone with me. I was too happy just to be seeing it.

What also happened today was swimming in the pool - saltwater, not chlorine - and a substantial full-grown bullfrog jumped in too. It'd come up and out from somewhere, probably the woods, and must have figured a body of water was a safe place to be. I tried to grab it from the water, it jumped onto my shoulder and then into the pool, and it was a mad scramble of five humans and one determined frog, with me the happiest one out of everyone involved, because it's not every day a frog jumps onto your shoulder. We got it out of the pool but it jumped right back in. We got it out a second time and set it down a ways away and tried to gently push it off. It started heading back to the pool. I took it in my hands and carried it to the pond, where I set it down into the water and it jumped off and swam away.