Frogs! Frogs! Everywhere I looked, the floors, the furniture, the beds, the lights, the stovetop, the refrigerator, and the ceiling fan, there were frogs. I was trapped in the center of the room. I was afraid to move, each step would be detrimental to the green slimy amphibians. I knew, however, that I had to do something. Standing in the center of the room with hopping green pests piling around my ankles was not an option. So, I slowly slid one foot forward, then another. The frogs jumped right and left. Some slid along on the tops of my feet. I continued to ski through the amphibian slicked room, finally reaching the sliding glass door at the back of the room.