At first, you don't care much about the tiny amphibian. After all, what damage could it do? It's not until you notice its markings that you realize the true danger that you're in. A bright orange body, blue legs, and jet black eyes? This is no mere frog, no, this is a poison dart frog.
You'd heard of these things before, of the way that even a single drop of their venom was far more than enough to kill a human being, but you'd disregarded it. You don't live in a South American jungle, why would you need to know these things? And yet, here you are.
You can think of only one thing to do: run. As you turn to flee, the frog's tongue shoots from its mouth and lashes at you. You try to raise your hands in defense, but feel its tip strike your forearm. After you've finally turned and begun to run, you feel another sting of its tongue at the base of your skull. That's it! Right in the head! You're done for! Still, you keep running. Maybe if you get away, you can find some kind of help. Maybe you'll get really, insanely lucky.
But you don't. You keep running, but find no help. The frog's far behind you by now, you should be safe, but you should also be doomed. It's stuck you twice, there's no way you'll live. It's as you think this that you feel an odd rubbing sensation on your forearm, right where the frog hit you. Investigating it, you find that the mark doesn't appear to be an entry point for poison, instead showing a sort of greenish splotch. You touch it, and as you move your finger along its surface you hear a familiar squeak. Latex? Of course! The frog was made of latex, so it wouldn't be poisonous like a real one! Then again, that doesn't mean it wouldn't be dangerous. Looking at the splotch again, you see that its begun to expand, slowly moving up and down your forearm and covering it in the latex. You try to rip it off, but this does nothing to slow its progression, and soon its coated you up to your wrist and down to your elbow. All you can do is watch as it moves up your hands, covering your fingers, connecting them with a thin green latex webbing and giving them each bulbous tips as it lengthens them ever so slightly. Your fascination with the changes to your hand distract you from the latex moving upwards from your elbow, which has reached your shoulder by now. Luckily, it stops there.
At first, you're glad to see that this latex poison has ceased to progress. Unfortunately, you're soon reminded of the other place that you were struck by the frog's tongue when you feel that odd rubbing sensation at the base of your skull.