There was a little blob of gray on my decorative (seriously in need of painting) arch over the steps on the back deck...
After a bit of a photo session, the little blob started eyeing up the other side of the arch... I blinked and she was hanging off the cross piece two and a half feet away.
Apparently this was not where she wanted to be--indeed, it looked uncomfortable even for a frog with feet like that--and she launched herself once more.
She dug herself into the pot for a few hours, then went on with her explorations. I lost her once she left the top of the rail.