A storm early Sunday morning resulted in twelve frogs in the skimmer. This time I was happy that nine survived. With frogs on my hands and arms, my wife thought I looked like a statue of St. Francis. My son and I wondered if these could be from the batch of tadpoles who grew to maturity on the pool cover this Spring.
A rainstorm last week washed nine frogs into the pool. Sadly most of them were deceased by the time I found them in the skimmer. After I threw the bloated dead ones over the fence, I wondered if the hawks would see them and think, “Yum! Popables!”
