I was outside with my babies, and Baby herself was really hunting for something in the agility patch. Well, I figured it might be a Bufo as she has a propensity to find those disgusting things and grab them. Then the whole foaming of the mouth starts, and I have to wash her tongue for minutes and minutes and minutes till the foaming stops. So I really didn’t feel like going through that. I asked her kindly to go pee-pee, and then I escorted everyone in.
Baby’s a sly one, she is. When I call her in, she oftentimes hides in the shadows. She figures I don’t see her, and she figures right. She stands so still, if I don’t put the light on and search for her, I don’t see her. Tonight, I figured she was playing that game with me, so after everyone else was in, I put the light on and swept the whole Fort Doberdale campus.
Out of the side of my eye, behind a pine tree, I saw a shadow. It was scary, though, because when I got to the tree, there wasn’t anyone. And all my dogs were in the house. Then I saw out of the other eye’s side, my corn patch moving. Holy cow! What was going on? I summoned my courage and moved closer to the corn patch, and right there ON my budding corns was the outline of a frog. It was dark enough all right, for it to conceal itself. So I ran all the way to the back door and into the back room to get my camera. By the time I got back outside, the outline was gone. However, I figured to just point the camera at the corn patch and see what comes out in the dark room when I develop the pictures.
Well! There he is. In the lower right hand corner of both of these pictures is a frog! Now these guys are fine if they eat slugs and bugs, but if they eat corn and squash plants, I’m going to be irate. Listen, I already know that I’m going to lose my battle to actually eat this corn. If they ever mature, there are plenty of squirrels that will beat me to them in the wee hours of the morning when the sun is just rising and I’m not quite there yet. But in the meantime, I can dream, can’t I? Unless there are corn-eating frogs in my corn patch! Or I can’t sleep thinking about them eating my beautiful vegetable garden.
Whose great idea was this vegetable gardening anyway? OK, mine. I thought I’d save some dinero on the veggies by growing my own. But never thought I’d use up those savings on snail bait, neem oil, and extra bottles of Rescue Remedy for my own use.
Argh!
By the way, I’d taken a picture earlier of a frog on my window. It isn’t the clearest, but you can see what I saw. Something’s in that frog stomach poking out. Now I’m wondering if that’s the tip of one of my prized corn cobs!
Double Argh!
Helen