I hate to be in such close proximity to so much promiscuity.
It’s my son’s fault you see.
He installed this new, fancy pond aerator
that lights up and blows bubbles.
Apparently, our amphibious neighbors find it irresistibly titilating .
For the past two nights, there has been raucous calling and continuous splashing outside our windows.
When we finally went out with flashlights to try to intervene,
we found revelers on and under every rock!
Frogs to the left of me, toads to the right…
Things were in such a frenzy, we were forced to retreat back inside.
The next morning, there was evidence of their activities floating all over the pond.
Yes, dear readers, eggs… by the hundreds.
This was a tad too much for a lady to witness.
These wild displays every night are rather shocking. That underwater disco-ball may have to go.
I hope the frog fraternity has gotten its spawn out of it’s system.
The same goes for those horny toads!