Green Living in Germantown
The Great Germantown Frog Hunt
On a recent rainy night, my son and I chased tiny, elusive frogs around our Germantown backyard.
I may never learn what kind of frogs we saw the other night. I do know that they probably weren’t Spring peepers. My 10-year-old son loves frogs. So when I spied a tiny Kermit on our front door, I had to drag him out of bed. It was around 10 p.m., just after a drenching rain had flattened most of the vegetation in my garden. I handed my son the flashlight and we tromped through the sopping yard in tandem. As soon as we spotted our quarry, we passed the flashlight back and forth, swinging the beam in random directions like a couple of crazed prowlers. Teeny frogs were out in force, each the size of a thumbnail. They clung to the screen door, the siding, the bicycle left in the rain. We attempted to catch one after another, but those…
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