In spite of the fact that I got into St. Louis two hours late (after three changes of gates in Toronto, a delay to change a tire on the plane and then an entire change of planes) I still had a healthy welcome to St. Louis contingent.  First Forgottenman, then this familiar face waiting for me in the car:

Then when we stopped to get gas on the way home, Forgottenman found this little guy clinging to the rear hatch of the car!!!

He was well-lit-up by the overhead lights of the filling station where we were gassing up.  Hard to tell how long he’d been there, and I was tempted to bring him back to Morehouse, thinking he might have jumped up on the car before Forgottenman left to come get me, but the driver voted for me to leave him in the grass by the filling station, so I did.

To my great regret, for when we got home an hour or so later, this is what we found clinging to the porch railing:

It made me so sad, as it was the exact same variety of frog.  He/she looks darker because of the lack of light here, but was a duplicate of the one we found clinging to the car 80 miles away, and I am quite sure it is a mate just waiting for the return of the little frog we left behind in the grass an hour and a half earlier!