Midnight at the oasis….
As they’re lookin’ for love, they’re also VERY noisy. Each spring I anticipate and dread their transformation of the pond into an aquatic amphibian love-nest. No neighbor has ever complained about the clamorous, amorous songs and in fact, at least two neighbors have commented that they enjoy the toads’ nocturnal chorus and calls. But the toads are LOUD.
…flirted with The Husband. Seriously, the toad actually flirted with my husband. Right in front of me! He hopped over to the Man-of-the-House, delivered his song–complete with inflated throat, which is the method of delivery, and commenced serenading My Beloved.
I’m not quite sure what my response should be. One of jealousy? Or maybe of amusement, given our many years together? Maybe I should just ignore it–flirtation is fun and usually harmless. After all, The Husband is cute. But is he attractive to a toad?
It’s springtime in the pond.