Summer is (almost) here, and that means daily showers and rising humidity.  You know how I feel about humidity.  And I don’t mind the rain, really.  It’s kind of nice.  For watering the flora and fauna.  For napping.  For filling the pool.  For watching everyone suddenly forget how to drive.  For bathing the frogs.  Apparently, if you have a pool, rain = frog city.  I’m not an amphibian-loving woman by nature.  I’ll totally look at one, but I’m definitely not touching one.  And, I certainly don’t want to swim with them.  Look at my pool after a downpour:

I mean, they’re kind of cute with their babies in tow and all.  But, then they leave behind all this jazz in my pool:

Yeah, that’s frog caviar.  Gross, huh.  I don’t want my pink pool floaty anywhere near that mess.

But, what’s a South Floridian to do???