It started like any other morning — coffee in hand, keys ready, the day expected to be routine. But the moment I stepped outside, something made me pause. My car’s windshield was covered in delicate, intricate marks — faint, almost shimmering in the early sunlight. Not scratches. Not dust. These weren’t random. They looked intentional, like tiny handprints, gentle brushstrokes, a secret design left behind in the night.
For a split second, I even wondered if someone had played a prank. But leaning closer, the truth became clearer: these mysterious patterns had a story of their own. I grabbed my phone, snapping photos and zooming in, trying to make sense of it. Were they from a cat climbing on the car? A bird brushing its feet against the glass? Or something even stranger?
Curiosity took over, and I shared the photos online. The guesses came flooding in. “Falling leaves!” one person suggested. “Spider web residue,” said another. And then someone joked, “Ghost frogs!” The humor made me laugh, but none of the answers captured the delicate, almost symmetrical shapes I was seeing. Each mark seemed purposeful, tiny imprints of a night-time adventure, and the mystery only deepened.
Later that day, a friend reached out with confidence: “Tree frogs.” I laughed at first — until I did a quick search. Everything matched. Those tiny suction marks weren’t random at all. They were the prints of real, living tree frogs that had spent the night exploring my car. The cool glass, the damp morning air, and the nearby trees had created the perfect little resting spot for these nocturnal wanderers. I pictured them hopping under the moonlight, tiny feet pressing against the windshield in perfect, fleeting choreography. Overnight, my car had become their canvas.
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