Alisa last spotted a little green thing on her patio when she opened her front door last year. It was an amphibious beast that had taken up residence.
Hood might have gotten rid of the bare-faced expert on land and water. Yet another shoe was donated by her.
During the one and only night she stayed, the frog had a blast. From then on, she never missed a night of eating bugs on Alisa’s patio after dark.
She became such a strange machine there that Alisa gave her the moniker Jabba.
When Jabba was feeling weary or wanted a break, she always returned to her favorite resting place: an old pair of Alisa’s running shoes that had been left on the porch.
Due to the presence of an amphibian, Alisa’s shoe was rendered worthless.
Jabba apparently spent the winter dozing down in the woods near Alisa’s home, having hopped away from the shoe and the patio around the end of the summer.
But eventually, Alisa’s foot would outgrow the limitless mobility afforded by her shoe.Jabba returned in the spring as well.
