Where is Ralph?

Last summer we had a frog that lived in our garage. He was a fat happy-looking fellow and we got along real well. I named him Ralph for no particular reason. I guess he just looked like a Ralph. At any rate, each time I got ready to move the car I located Ralph and put him in a 5 gallon bucket so I wouldn't run over him. Then after moving the car I'd put him back in the garage. Our garage is kind of rustic and has a gravel floor. One day I couldn't find him anymore and I searched everywhere. I was afraid a snake might have gotten him. Then one day he was back again!! I picked him up and made over him a whole lot and let him know how glad I was to see him. In the fall he disappeared and I haven't seen Ralph since. He did not return this summer. You know, I miss Ralph.

Not too long ago I saw a couple of small frogs out front and I caught one. It immediately peed on my hand. I asked my husband if I would get warts! He didn't have an answer. I had no fear though. I have been peed on by frogs before and never got warts! Frogs are just the cutiest things!