Visit from a sentient being

As I was walking out to put a letter in my mailbox, I found this little fella clinging to the iron gate in front of our door:


He's a tiny Southern Spring Peeper Frog. I saw him clinging above the latch on the gate (he later moved to another part of the gate, shown above), and--reminding myself that he, too, is a sentient being--opened and closed the gate carefully so as not to disturb him.

Isn't he beautiful? The photograph leaves a lot to be desired. (Blame the photographer.)

Namaste.