My lap pool is on the other side of my courtyard from my pond. Last night, I heard my male frog singing. But, it was so loud and he sounded like John Lennon, lots of reverb. I figured he must be in the little pool overflow. He goes there, I think to get the sound. But, the pool cover was on. I finally opened the pool cover and there he was. I grabbed him, walked him back to the pond and plopped him in in a way that was sure to convey my disapproval. I was amazed. The pool cover was just open a little, so he had to hop all the way down to the other end of the pool and swim under the cover to get to his little amplifier.

This morning, the pool cover was all the way on, and he was perched at the far end of the pool waiting, I think, to squeeze into the crack to get there. So, I chased him down, grabbed him, and threw him, without dignity back into the pond. When I hold him, he croaks at me. Little rat bastard. And this will go on all summer. Maybe I should build him a little amplifier room right next to his pond.

Penn

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