I’m starting to think that frogs will take over the world—at least the part of it that includes Roundtop. Here’s what it’s like here now: hot, humid, hazy, with 2"inches of rain in a thunderstorm that begins between 5-5:15 p.m. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Or is that ribbet, ribbet, ribbet? The two words are nearly the same, n’est-ce pas? And I’m starting to think the local frogs all have attitude. They know they are soon going to be taking over the world. That’s why I’m getting the slimy eyeball from this one.
Usually frogs are shy creatures, disappearing into the water before you know where they are sitting, refusing to return to their perch for an hour after they make that leap into the pond. Not this fellow. He leaped and then immediately returned, eyeing me with disdain and willing me to move away so he could hop out of the water and return to his fishing spot.
If this weather keeps up, it won’t be long before that frog won’t even bother to leap into the water. Frogs will be the kings of the forest.
Seriously, the 2" of rain every evening, all falling within 15-20 minutes is getting old. And the forecast doesn’t show an early end to it. I’d need a wet suit stay dry in my back forest right now. My weed whacker took one look at it and fainted. I’ve completely given up trying to keep it walkable out there this year. Maybe I’ll just wait for the first killing frost to clear it out. That sure would be easier.