We got our garden ready for the summer last weekend. I was just about to ditch an old plastic bowl full of greenish-looking water and some other rubbish, when I saw them: 234 (or so, I did not count) little, sticky frog eggs and a mama frog. How cool was that? I love when things like this happen. It is almost like having the science museum move into your house. All excited, I showed S. our new little friends but to be honest; she did not care very much. She had a look at it, but probably thought I was crazy, to make such a fuss over some wobbly, slimy little balls. They were not even eatable. And a girl frog? How dull, it would never turn into a prince anyways, so why bother befriending it.
our new friends |
I however remained excited. Not only for my own sake, but also for Pavas (that’s the frogs name) because she had picked such a great, wet spot to lay her eggs.
"Wet spot? Of course, they put them in a wet spot. This is what frogs do!" I hear you holler but, let me tell you it’s not. As it turns out, seeing Pava in our garden was a bit like a déjà vu, because we had a very similar encounter last spring. Only then, she had decided to lay her eggs underneath our buxus bush, which is probably the driest spot in our whole garden. There is no water anywhere near it. Back then, I felt almost sorry for her, laying all these eggs for nothing, and I guess, this is why I am quite pleased with her this year. She may have been the dumbest frog on earth a year ago, but at least she learned from her mistakes. Way to go!
As to our science project, we are checking on the little beasts every day and so far things look good. Let’s keep our fingers crossed, that we are soon going to see some tadpoles.
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