Methinks it is mating season for the frogs/toads1 here in the wilds of Waterloo. Last night, they seranaded me as I drifted off to sleep. Today on my way home I passed a writhing mass in the water that turned out to be at least two of the creatures and all around in the water I could see their little heads and hear their songs.

Love (or at least lust) is in the air.

1 I admit, I can’t tell the difference between toads and frogs. It’s like alligators and crocodiles; I know there is a difference, it just doesn’t stick in my head.