I rather like frogs; actually, I really quite fancy them. (No, not to eat!)
Along with the crickets, they sing me to sleep at night, and keep serenading me in the pre-dawn mornings on the patio before work. Bob, my biology-professor husband, likes them also, but has a much more practical bent toward them. Whereas I always want to catch them, pick them up, look at them eyeball-to-eyeball, the prof always says, “leave it alone, it’s a scared little creature”.
How does he know if it’s scared? (Turtles, on the other hand, right, I know what they do…) Besides, as far as I’m concerned, one of a frog’s life functions is to let me pick it up. So there. Continue reading “Frogs, and other useful tools”
Call me weird (and it’s okay, probably others already have) but I LOVE frogs and lizards and snakes and turtles. I’ve been known to find fascinating specimens in our yard during early morning gardening, and taken it in to visit my husband who is still in bed. 
But definitely one of my favorites would be the croaking/jumping beastie. They come in all sizes and colors, and they sing me to sleep on summer nights. I don’t know the difference between frogs and toads, and I don’t particularly care; that’s my biology-teacher husband’s department. But it’s just always a treasure to find them and hold them, to which Bob (the soft-hearted nature-loving guy that he is) always says, “put him down, he’s a scared little creature!”