Remember the day I went looking for a not-Shitty P with Sunshine?
I never did find a frog after the turtle found me. But being stubborn as hell about it, I went hiking through area wetlands the next few days like perusing frog tinder whatever. Finally, in a shallow puddle drying out in the blazing sun, I spotted a half-frogged tadpole, muscular short legs, and I nabbed him. I was like, 'Dude, life is an iffy proposition.' Odds were not on him. But.
Look who showed up fine finally. Wary. And does not like photo shoots at all. I am taking adjective suggestions for his name ('not-Shitty' is not a word and sets the bar too low besides).