So, I walk out the front door to leave for work yesterday and find what appeared to be a prank shooting gallery. White outlines dotted the lawn. What else was I supposed to think of this enigma? Was I now in Candyland? Or was this the work of some twisted, rogue KGB agent? (Side note – this is way more classy than forking or TPing. Just saying.) The big frog (right, with text) was the biggest obstacle to get past. Anyone could be hiding behind its ginormous body. I slowly make my way around to the front, preparing myself to … Continue reading a shooting gallery…full of frogs?