For the last few weeks there has been a frog on the glass on our back door. We thought he just liked watching us.
I was admiring the frog when I noticed he would move – just a bit – just a little twitch every so often.
Turned out there were an apocalyptic number of winged bugs coming up from the patio, climbing skyward on the glass, and passing right by the mouth of the frog. He just had to sit there on the shoulder of the bug highway and flick out his tongue.
I pulled Gary over and we started high-fiving each other for every bug that the frog consumed.
Gary has abandoned his idea that the bugs are taking the air vent superhighway and recognizes them as outdoor animals. Now he has bought an outdoor bug zapper. I even said the zaps will frighten the raccoons and THE FOXES yet he is heartless.
I am certain that after little baby raccoons are videotaped being startled by the sound his heart will melt and we will be left with a nearly-new outdoor bug zapper in the basement.
2 responses to “Frog”
You couldn’t persuade him that the frog is Nature’s bug zapper?
Big Dot – we would need twenty frogs. We actually did that for Mom one year – went out and collected a big box of frogs down by the river. All were gone by the next day except for two. The two stayed there a year.