Frogs were really stupid, House had discovered.
If they detected a single motion, they focused on it to the exclusion of everything else. They were the most easily distracted creatures in the universe. And so House angled his right arm awkwardly, cursing its shortness, and wiggling his fingers to distract it.
Meanwhile his left hand flashed forward like lightning, grubby fingers wrapping ruthlessly around the amphibian's body. The creature immediately pissed itself, but House didn't care.
"Gotcha, moron," he told the squirming frog.
"Greg!" Mom called from across the yard. "Come on, honey, we're all packed up."
Dad's job would take them to Egypt soon. House looked down at the pathetically dumb frog, which had no clue how easily it could find itself in a jar being carted off to a place that was only sand and sky and the Sphinx.
"Greg! Come on!"
House opened his hands and watched the frog hop away into the wilderness.