Frogs, dreams and little 'ol me

Many of you know my irrational fears of all things reptiles, creatures, etc. However, it might be time to explain. As a young girl and often throughout the years I have had a re-occurring dream/nightmare. It dates back to when I was very young and my brother and I shared a room. So here goes.....I dreamt that hundreds and thousands of frogs were entering our room from the closet, armed with toothpicks. The frogs made their way to my bed and began to attack me with their weapons.....meanwhile my Mom had come in the room to get my brother from his crib. Heaven help me if a dream analysis was ever done, yes, I know, I am crazy. I don't need to be told :p
From that time on I have not been able to sleep with a closet or door open in the bedroom. All doors have to be closed and I even lined the edges of my bed in stuffed animals for an additional barrier for years. However, I admit when Chris is not home I still have a pillow to the left and right of me.
Ok, why am I telling you this....well....this morning for the first time I encountered a frog on my run. What this resulted in today was me jumping like an Olympic hurdler shouting an expletive over a frog no larger than a business card.
The thought I kept having was.....frogs can jump....so what the heck was I thinking jumping? Oh well, luckily for me (again) I run when there are very few people out to witness my behavior!
On that note.....wishing all a happy holiday weekend. Thankfully the weather might cool off, these 100+ days are misery!