I found this guy in the toilet when I got home. I imagine he must have swum up the pipe (as it empties, I think, into a stormwater drain). I decided to spare him the humiliation of a warm shower of urine, but I spared myself the effort of saving him until the sun came up. A few hours later I heard a scratchy noise from my bed...plastic scratching. The frog had crawled out of the lav, and hopped, skipped and jumped a more or less zigzag route to my room (missing at least two other exits). Thus awakened, I manoevred frogger's son into a cardbox and delivered him to the far end of the garden. Guess, from now on, turds are never gonna look the same again...