Blanket of Frogs: Fantasy

She woke that morning with a blanket of frogs. The humid heat of their bodies steamed off of her like the jungle. She smelled soil and decay and abundant life. She screamed and sat bolt upright in the air-conditioned hotel room. The frogs were still there. "No, no, no, no," she muttered, tugging at her hair and dislodging the last tenacious arrow frog from her head. The frogs stared up at her as one, unblinking, oddly unfroglike, and then the moment shattered and they began to hop around, to hide in the furrowed blanket on the bed, to check out the bathroom. She sat in a hotel room in Seattle, but--

Inspiration: Frog pictures! http://guppiecat.livejournal.com/380192.html
Story Potential: High?
Notes: It's not terribly original, but it could be fun, although there are cultural appropriation issues to be aware of. But I really like the idea that she was chosen by X {an actual jungle deity or, somehow, the elemental spirits of the jungle) and fled back to the USA only to find that it wasn't letting go of her that easily.