Something on my bathroom floor stopped me cold. Beside my cat lay a dry, twisted shape I could not identify, and every frantic search made the possibilities feel more horrifying. When I finally reached down and lifted it, its almost weightless body offered an answer that brought relief, then a sadness I had never expected to have to fac… …It was a tiny frog, dried so thoroughly that its remains had become almost unrecognizable. In my hand, the brittle little body looked as though it could crumble with the slightest pressure. The frightening object was not some inexplicable threat, but a small animal that had died and become mummified. My cat was nearby, yet that alone explained nothing. I could not know how the frog had entered the bathroom, how long it had been there, or what had happened to it.Once I understood what I was holding, the fear faded. In its place came a quiet sorrow for a creature I had noticed only after its death. I cleaned up, washed my hands, and looked around the room. Everything seemed ordinary again, but the discovery stayed with me. The object finally had a name; the little life behind it still held questions I had no way to answer.