- phrog·ging \ ˈfrä-giŋ \ verb
- the act of secretly living in another person's home without their knowledge or permission
Doofy little squatters caught in the open.
Phroglings are handmade home invaders occupying the forgotten corners,
windowsills, shelves, plant pots, and otherwise overlooked nooks and crannies common to any residential or commercial space.
They exist in prolific numbers on every continent inhabited by humanity.
If you've never seen one, its because they don't want you to.
Documented moments after discovery.
Recently documented
Pheatured Phroglings
A Phrogling that responds to discovery by standing its ground, puffing itself up, and behaving as though it has already calculated the odds of winning. They ain't got hands. But if they did, they'd be throwin' em.
A documented Phrogling incident involving one fella suspended from a line while another appeared to be attempting some form of rescue.
From the field
Latest Sightings
A confused pink clay monster with blue eyes and a QR code on its foot
Felt like something was staring at me…
I found a little tuffyboi in my haircap moss pot. He was a grumbling about, but i don’t know how you could be grumpy when you are touching the softest moss around these parts. Maybe it was because he got caught in the rain, or caught in the act?
A gushy lil greyboy has been protecting the memory of my furry friend Duke Dogstorm. He requests payment from time to time.
A confused pink clay monster with blue eyes and a QR code on its foot
Felt like something was staring at me…
I found a little tuffyboi in my haircap moss pot. He was a grumbling about, but i don’t know how you could be grumpy when you are touching the softest moss around these parts. Maybe it was because he got caught in the rain, or caught in the act?
A gushy lil greyboy has been protecting the memory of my furry friend Duke Dogstorm. He requests payment from time to time.
A confused pink clay monster with blue eyes and a QR code on its foot
Felt like something was staring at me…
I found a little tuffyboi in my haircap moss pot. He was a grumbling about, but i don’t know how you could be grumpy when you are touching the softest moss around these parts. Maybe it was because he got caught in the rain, or caught in the act?
A gushy lil greyboy has been protecting the memory of my furry friend Duke Dogstorm. He requests payment from time to time.
Spotted one yourself?
File a sighting reportThe compendium
A growing guide to every known Phrogling
Habitats, diets, temperaments and rarity ratings — from the grumbly Mossback Mumbler to the legendary, glowing Lantern Leaper. New species are catalogued as they're discovered (or as they decide to reveal themselves).
Let one loose
Each Phrogling is sculpted by hand, making every specimen a one-of-a-kind encounter. Some are kept as shelf-dwelling evidence. Others may be relocated to an unsuspecting friend's home, where they can resume their quiet occupation elsewhere.
Dispatches from the Burrow
New Phroglings, documented sightings, field-guide updates, and occasional notes from the quiet corners of the house.
No spam. Just field notes.