I was watching the telly with the window behind me wide open and I was leaning forward to read some subtitles when I heard a thump behind me; a frog had jumped in the window and landed on the pillow behind me.
I looked at it, it looked at me, and this was not my night to be froggie friendly so I took the pillow, frog and all, and shook it out the window.
Gone frog. And I didn't even think to kiss it.
Maybe next time.