The Mystery of the Strange

Across the windshield were faint, scattered marks that looked almost like tiny footprints. They weren’t scratches or streaks of dirt, but clear little impressions that caught the morning light in the strangest way. At first, I assumed some small creature had climbed over the car overnight — but what could leave prints so delicate and perfectly shaped?

Curiosity pushed aside the unease. I snapped a few photos and posted them online, asking friends if they recognized the marks. The guesses came fast: raccoons, birds, even condensation patterns. But the real answer came from a friend who laughed as he typed, “Relax — those are tree frog prints.”

It suddenly made sense. We’d had light rain, and my driveway sits near thick shrubs. Tree frogs often wander at night, using their tiny suction-cup toes to climb smooth surfaces like glass and metal. The marks weren’t damage at all — just dried moisture left behind by their little feet.

A quick wipe with warm water removed them easily. What began as a small mystery turned into a gentle reminder: nature is always closer than we think, sometimes leaving quiet traces of its nighttime visits.

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