Ribbit Ribbit

Mobile phone picture taken by me 09/20/14

          I hear them at night croaking through the cracks of my window. They holler and crawl, jump and gurgle. They are small in size but loud at sound.

          Frogs.

          When I got home from work one day, unaware of my surroundings, I walked up the porch steps and was startled by a sharp scream. I jumped and looked down at a small frog that I had almost stepped on. It just stood there unhurt, just motionless. Then all of a sudden it takes a far leap ahead and is gone.

          I find these little amphibians all over my grandma's garden. they hide along every crack in the bricks that surround the garden. They take advantage of all the vegetation to hide in and do their business in the invisibility of their predators, I do not know if these frogs are native to Nevada or what type of frog they are but they all vary in color. I have seen autumn-leaf colored ones and also dark-grey stone colored ones, They are all small, 1-3 inches in length. I sometimes find one and just follow it around till the pupil in my eye has lost it. They leave tadpoles in puddles of water, or any stream of water really. 

          Where do these frogs stay all winter? Do they reproduce quickly? Do they all mix among the different breeds found here? What purpose do they have in life? Do they feel fear? These questions I ask myself ask I follow them around the garden.