It was horrible. There I was, inside Rhoads Memorial Library, about to unlock the front door, when I saw it: movement on the floor by a dot no larger than a quarter. Closer inspection revealed it was a frog, okay, probably a toad. It hopped into the men's restroom while I tried to come up with a plan on maneuvering it outside without touching it because, eww, can't you get warts or some psychoa...
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