Frog Porn

When I first moved to Florida twenty two years ago, I was not prepared for the wildlife. No, not the stripper bars and night clubs. I was quite ready for those. It was the critters that surprised me.

Our first home here was a beautiful townhouse right in the center of Fort Lauderdale. It had a two story wall of windows looking out over a gorgeous, tranquil patio, and swimming pool. At night though, the quiet was broken by the huge sound of some kind of wild animal. As soon as the sun went down, a roar would start. That roar was soon answered by more loud calls from all around the yard. I imagined some kind of wild cat, or maybe gigantic birds were nesting out there. I did determine that the noise was coming from up in the big tree in the yard, and after a few sleepless nights I went out with a flashlight to hunt it down. Slowly I made my way across the patio towards the tree. I zeroed in on the source of the sound, and flipped on the flashlight. There it was, staring back at me with it’s beady little eyes. A frog, a tiny little frog that was blowing up the sack under his chin, and bellowing like a cow going to slaughter. Now I knew that we had frogs, but I never imagined that they could be so loud. I would see the evidence of the frogs every morning. The swimming pool would be covered with thousands of tiny black frog eggs, and if I didn’t clean them out, by the next day it would be thousands of tadpoles.

From that point on I decided to leave the pool lights on at night. It didn’t deter the frogs from coming around, but it did allow me to watch as dozens of frogs copulated in the swimming pool. It was magical…. If you like to watch frogs fuck that is.