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Kim’s a Want It Now (WIN): Everything pretty, everything now. She will resort to full-spectrum insecticides in desperate situations, and believes it’s her duty and right to buy new plants every weekend.
Both advocate Plant Choice (SOMEthing besides crotons. Please!), lots of color and low maintenance. We don’t agree on everything, but we’re smart enough to learn from each other - and from you.
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Froggy song: “One is the Loneliest Number” (or, It Rained Frogs at My House Yesterday)
Posted Jun 2, 2011 by Penny Carnathan
Updated Jun 28, 2011 at 09:58 AM
Wednesday’s long-awaited deluge had a profound effect on my teeny tiny pond, usually home to just one middle-aged comet named Gil.
At first I thought I was witness to an amazing amphibious rescue effort. I’ve fished drowned frogs out of my pond after a rain; perhaps these frogs were trying to save each other?
After considerable effort, I finally “rescued” a pair. They sat on the side for a minute, then hopped right back in the water. The next “rescue” pair just lay in a dazed stupor where I put them.
Something about these two—the embrace?—made me think I was on the wrong track. A quick Google search indicated they would’ve much preferred I’d given them a glass of wine and a smoke, if you catch my drift.
I put a couple fat sticks in the water, just in case, then I reached in to clear the pump filter. That’s when I heard it. An ear-splitting screech from very near the pump. And then another, from somewhere behind me, and another from under the waterfall.
Once they got going, they didn’t stop. And, oh my gosh, they were loud! It didn’t take me long to figure out that these were the unlucky-in-love males. The piggyback frogs were all drowsily, quietly floating; the croakers were agitated singles, hopping in and out of the water and bellowing frustration.
Click this video to see and hear one of the lonely hearts.
We can also try to identify them. First click here for a list of Florida frogs and toads. Then plug the different names into the USGS Frog Call Lookup to hear how each sounds. I haven’t tried it yet, but it should be fun to compare notes.