BG and I were in and out the front door the other night watching a storm roll in. After it started raining, we were standing just inside when she noticed an invader.
I had to turn the porch light on to get a good look at the determined perpetrator.
Between watching the storm and this guy’s progress, he got bold and began demanding entrance.
Let me in!
When that didn’t work, he went for the sad “I’m just a poor frog out in the storm” look.
Little guy was persistent, but his attempt at a home invasion was foiled by the glass door. Better luck next time! Or not. I’m sure the cats would have found you tasty.