Yep… I took my real estate relocation business to a whole new level this weekend.  I know.  You may think I’ve finally gone too far by making the jump from humans to animals.  Hey the frog gave me no other choice.

It started out as a normal Saturday morning.  I had a 10:00 appointment to show my latest clients some homes in the Cary area.  The fact that I was also helping my little green friend relocate became apparent when he jumped on my hood after showing the first home to my clients.

We were driving along at about 35 miles per hour, right in the middle of the street, and to my surprise a little green tree frog suddenly appeared on my hood.  The first thing I thought was where the heck did he come from?  I mean we were not near any trees, or a wooded area where he could have fell on the hood from a tree.  The second thought I had was that he was not going to make it riding on the hood of my car.  So, I decided to rescue him.

I pulled off on a side street and my clients and I agreed that the best thing I could do was to coax him onto the stack of MLS sheets I had with me and to take him over to a park area where we had stopped.  I got out and did my best to get him on to the MLS sheets.  He had another idea.  I must have looked a bit like a tree because instead of jumping on the papers, he decided to jump on me.

I looked down and he sort of had his little suction cup fingers hanging on to my shirt.  Apparently those things aren’t designed to stick to cloth because he immediately began to slip and started jerking around.  I screamed.  I think he did too.  All this was enough for him to attempt a sideways, twisting back flip right up by my face.  I screamed again.  By now he was off my shirt, but in all the excitement I didn’t see where he landed.

A lady was walking by the park with her dog.  I had to take a moment to assure her that I was not deranged in any way and then I resumed my search for the frog.

I spotted him over by the curb.  Well at least he was now headed in the right direction.  At this point all I had to do was walk towards him and he gleefully hopped into the grass and started making his way to the park.  I think he was glad to be off my shirt (and the hood too) and back on the more natural materials he was accustomed to.

As I walked back to the car, I noticed my clients laughing hysterically.  As a matter of fact we laughed together about the frog incident for quite a while.  See, buying a house from me is a barrel of fun.  What other Realtor includes this level of entertainment?

When I got back in the car and the laughter settled down a bit, I recalled for my clients a story of how there was a little green tree frog, just like the one that appeared on my hood, that hung out at my house in Wake Forest.  They immediately speculated that perhaps it was the same frog.  If so, the story gets even better. If this was true, then somehow the little guy had managed to hang on to my car while I drove 65 miles per hour down I-540.  I knew that the luggage rack on my SUV would come in handy for something.

All this happened on Saturday.  The frog at my house has not been seen since.

If you want to buy a new home AND be entertained in the most unpredictable way, then give me a call at 919-602-7000, or send me an email and we can set something up.