Near dusk last night at my parents' house, the pizza delivery guy pointed out this treefrog perched on their house number under their front door light, waiting for the bugs to come. He didn't act particularly thrilled to have a camera shoved in his face, but he put up with it. It was probably a long climb up the siding on those tiny pads in hungry anticipation of the dinner soon to flock to him.
When I was a kid, we used to catch dozens of these things. Tiny fingernail-sized toads and slimy bullfrogs were common, but treefrogs were the money. The pet shop that used to be on Main Street paid two dollars each for them, no lie. My neighbors and I scoured the backyard, the swamp and woods . If we were lucky enough to spot them, the challenge then was in catching them; they were fast, just in sheer velocity and jumping power. We mere human children scrambled after them, disappointed every time one disappeared into the tall brush.
After so many months of cold, it's finally summer in Wisconsin. :)
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