Following on from the whole slug thing (I found a mummified one hiding behind my wardrobe - did it go on an epic journey and then die of starvation?) my cat brought me a (dead) baby frog and left it by the bed so it was the first thing I stepped on when I got up all bleary eyed... It sort of squished between my toes and I hopped round the bedroom screaming "dead frog, dead frog" at the top of my lungs and my DH opened half an eye and said "what do you expect me to do about it? it's dead..." Now sleep with thick socks on just in case...