In the summer the garden was alive with frogs so she had a great hunting ground. I always knew when she had one - she would sit in the hall with her head bobbing up and down as she watched the poor little thing hop across the floor to try and escape. Unlike the birds and mice she bought in she never, to my knowledge, actually killed a frog and I had the job of reinstating them in the garden - my ex-husband wouldn't go near any of Bitsie's captives.