I have a stalker.  It seems I can’t weed the gardens now without feeling as though I’m being watched.  Yes, that creepy sensation of eyes boring into your back that makes you turn to see who it is.  Slowly I turn and, and, and….

     GAH!  He has webbed feet and a green complexion.  It’s Goliath Frog.  He’s crept up behind me and is waiting for me to toss him some worms.  I can’t go anywhere near the gardens now without his sudden appearance near me.  Yes, I’ve told him I won’t kiss him, I’ve already found my prince. 

     The idea of a stalker frog cracks up Dear Hubby.  I’ve had to prove it to him.  This man knows that bull frogs are smart — he told me about them using a dead bird as bait for a fly feast.  Yeah, I know.  How gross! 

     I’ve seen them stalk and catch starlings.  We now have six big bullfrogs and three medium sized ones.  However, Goliath makes the five other large frogs look small.  I’m hoping that one day we can find tadpoles for the pond that will produce small frogs.  I’m tired of relocating bullfrogs.