Warning: look away now if you're eating

This morning, looking out of the kitchen window, I thought I could see the mud at the end of the garden moving. I stared and stared, trying to figure out what was going on, then opend the door and stepped out. Not a minute later I was going, "Eeeeeeuuuuuuw!" when I found a frog orgy in progress in the big mud puddle! Now don't get me wrong, I actually like frogs, but not when there are tens of them FORNICATING IN MY BACK YARD, thank you very much! Yack. Spring is definitely in the air and those frogs were going for it.

[Look away now if you're squeamish!]




Grant, my knight in shining armour, went out and collected about 10-15 of them in a bucket (he said 4-5 ran off before he could catch them). The absolute limit? One of them was trying to mate with a DEAD ONE. Call me naive, but I didn't think that necrophilia happened in nature. GROSS!!! Sicko frogs.

Before dropping Daniel off at school we stopped at the canal and released the frogs into the wild. Honestly, they didn't even stop mating when Grant tipped them out of the bucket onto the canal bank, they just kept on mating their brains out.






I came home after the school run and had another look - loads of frogs still!








And just as a respite and a place to rest your poor, bleeding eyes after all the frog porn:


(Isn't he cute?)

Right, so that was this morning - it's now lunchtime and I've just been outside and there are still loads of them doing their thing AND there are huge piles of frog eggs everywhere! YUCK YUCK YUCK! I don't want so many frogs in my garden and I don't want scores of tadpoles in our mud puddle!! We really should have finished leveling that bit of the garden and sown grass seeds sooner. Waaaah! Make them go away!