When Ahhhhh turns to Euuuuwwweeee!

Okay, there you are, Saturday night, alone with your man. It's a moonlit night. The floating pool lights cast a magical glow to the water. Stars twinkle overhead. The air is warm, but not as warm as the water, so you sink in, floating in that glowing warmth.

Your man swims over. Pulls you up against him. Oh yeah, that feels good. His hands move along your back. Nice. He walks you around the pool, your bodies touching, the water rippling around you.

You're caught up in the moment. Too caught up at first to notice. Why do you feel something on your shoulder if both his hands are otherwise occupied. Gulp! You turn your head to look.

A shriek cuts through the night. There's a freaking frog the size of Alabama on your freaking shoulder!

Euuuwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Honey man to the rescue. Captures the beast and tosses it into a potted plant beside the pool then swims back over to you.

Too late. The mood is gone. Damn frogs. So much for moonlight swims. Where's the tequila?