froggy business

filed under: I Am Mommy on June 1, 2014

If you can agree to any of the statements below, just stop reading this and move on with your day.  Trust me.

1.  You passed high school Biology.  (The frog dissection part).

2.  You have basic knowledge of how frogs procreate and give birth.

3.  The idea of seeing frogs being intimate does not gross you out.  Likewise, watching frogs have babies is not gross.  Because really, I don’t actually know what I have captured a picture of.

pond life: frogs

 If you happened to have answered yes to the above statements but are still here, don’t say I didn’t warn you.  The sheer stupidity that I am about to admit has sent me lurching down a shame spiral.  To this day I still do not know what I saw.

It all started innocently enough.  I was working inside last Saturday and the kids came running in.

“Mom, mom!  The leeches are taking the frog down.  They are killing it!”

Well, that sounds lovely.  Why don’t I head down to the pond with you and check things out.

So we all venture down to the shoreline, me with camera in tow.  In my mind I had conjured up an image of a poor sickly frog being slowly sucked to death by dozens of ravenous leeches.  I was prepared for gross.  Or, at least I thought I was.

There was one little froggy hanging out on a branch so I snapped his mugshot.  But as I looked into the water, things got weird.

pond life: frogs

 

There were a lot of frogs.  I want to say at least a hundred just in one of our ponds. And they seemed to be mating.

I stared at them.  I mean, as a city girl I had never really seen a lot of frog mating and honestly I was a bit fascinated.  Grossed out, but fascinated.

The kids were asking questions and I was pretending I didn’t know, because having a “birds and the bee’s” discussion wasn’t in the cards for that day.

I mean, there were frogs humping everywhere.  It was like amphibian smut.  Explicit frog art.  The “birds and the frogs”.

 

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But then I looked even closer.

There was this stuff everywhere.

Black strings of stuff.  EVERYWHERE.

MASSIVE amounts of it.

pond life: frogs

All around in the water there were globs of it.

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Turns out its frog babies.

That is not the technical term (and since I am not planning on looking it up anytime soon I will just stick to that), but I will hold fast to the wild assumption that it’s babies based on the little I do know about the birthing process.

That and this picture.

pond life: frogs

 

Where it seems that the babies are being ‘laid’ or ‘born’ or excreted from a frog.  Is it coming from the top frog?  So the female frog is on top?

Oh,  ok.  I get it now! 

Um, no, no I don’t.

So as I stood there in complete disbelief that I could be so entirely clueless about the frog mating and birthing process, I noticed the blobs of black frog babies were moving.

Pulsating.

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That’s when I noticed the leeches.  There are three that I can see in the picture above.  They were feasting.

Ugh, that word makes me shudder.

They were writhing and rolling and feasting on the unsuspecting unborn.

It was a horrific.  It was nature.  My husband got excited at the prospect of fat leeches for fishing.  I declared myself incapable of comprehending the frog baby murders occurring right before my eyes.

The kids got hungry and went inside for snacks.

My disbelief froze me.  I stood there, camera poised but not taking any pictures.  Just watching.

After some time a lone frog made his way over to me and started croaking.

It was so loud it hurt my ears.  Was it a mating call?  Was he warning his fellow comrades of the brutal leech feast occurring on his potential offspring?  Was he just sick of me standing there?  I will never know.

But.

pond life: frogs

 

I did manage to capture this moment of that sweet little frog croaking so loud his vocal sac was about to burst.

It was so still in the moment leading up to his song that the water reverberated with his chorus.

pond life: frogs

That was cool to see.

So while I am  fully scarred from the days events and will never fully understand what we all witnessed that day, at least I can look back and appreciate the frog song.

And when I say appreciate I really mean not appreciate.  It is SO loud and annoying!  My brain was hurting.

Moral of the story: Frogs are weird.  I do not understand frog sex and baby making.  They are loud. Leeches are disgusting.  Having ponds is not as cool as you would think.

The end.

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  • Rochelle @ Oh So Sweet Baker says:

    That is the grossest thing ever!!! Frogs freak me out

    • Amanda says:

      I KNOW! I had no idea I was so freaked out by them. 🙂

  • Betsy | JavaCupcake.com says:

    I can just imagine you standing there… in shock and horror at the sight of the leeches and the baby frogs! Thanks for the giggle… I’ll be saying a prayer for those poor baby frog souls tonight! 🙂

    • Amanda says:

      Ha ha… thanks!!! I just went and looked today… there are a million little tadpoles. Looks like black sperm has infiltrated the pond! 😉

  • liz says:

    iunno, that all looked and sounded really awesome to me. it’s not every day you can say you got to witness an intimate part of an animal’s life cycle.

    except the leech part. leeches can rot off.

    • Amanda says:

      lol “rot off”. I need to say that more. 😉

  • Judi Bennett says:

    Ahahahahahahaha. That’s all I have to say. 😛

    • Amanda says:

      You should stop by and see… it’s quite… gross!! 😉

  • Sally says:

    You totally just LURED me to GOOGLE, where I wanted to search “frog mating rituals” — but I was so completely and utterly grossed out by your description (woohoo – CITY girl/ not really, but REALLY not country) I couldn’t even make my self hit ENTER. I’m 52, and I’m pretty sure that this is way more than I ever need (or needed) to know in my life. (Kind of the same thing my DD said when we had “THE TALK” — except that, you know… she wasn’t 52.) I wish it wasn’t my bedtime right now… don’t want to be nightmaring about this! LOL

    From now on, let’s just MAKE ASSUMPTIONS or PLAY DUMB about the animal kingdom. K? K. ha!

    Oh yeah. Sweet dreams. =)

    • Amanda says:

      Yes, I like the way you think. I will happily play dumb!!! 🙂

  • Samina | The Cupcake Confession says:

    hahahahahhahah!!!!! I think I fell of my chair laughing! I can imagine what your reaction must have been like! 😀 Those black strings look soooo weird! I mean it is nature and all that but it’s just creepy! What an experience! 😀

  • Carla | Carla's Confections says:

    Everything about this made me laugh, and be mortified, and intrigued… 😉

    • Amanda says:

      Ha! I think our brains must work in a similiar way… 🙂

  • Sheila says:

    I couldn’t help myself. Now I’m peeing myself I’m laughing so hard. Hokey smokers you got yourself in deep there in the frog HmmMM. Mating busy-ness.

    Can I tell you a story? I wish I had pics because I would so copy cat your post right now and talk about animal mating stuff. But I do not. This was pre blogdays. We too live in the country, sorta. When the kids were like 7, 5, 4, 2 we stood at our back window and watched as deer played right in our back yard very close to the house, extremely close, so close you could count their whiskers…do deer have whiskers? Anyway…..we were watching and Ken and I were drinking our coffee commenting on how the deer had never come so close to the house, we hoped they wouldn’t see their reflection and jump through the window at it. Well then that might have been ok, cause what happened next was really quite shocking! There was a deer or_ Y( not so sure if I should type that word on your blog) right in our back yard. My husband exclaimed “OH MY GOODNESS! Deer never do that in public!” and I was like how do you know these things? How do you know deer only get it AWN in private? Then one of the kids said, “wow they look like they are really having fun now” Yah a piggy back party another said. I about spit our coffee out at the window. It went on for what seemed like hours, I’m sure it was like 30 seconds.

    Scarred for life.

    The end.

    • Amanda says:

      OH MY GOODNESS!!! Scarred for life is right!!! I am dying… LOL… of Shelia!!! lol I can only imagine (although I am trying NOT too!) what that whole scene must have been like!!! Oh wow. And I have to admit… am a little thankful there are no pictures. 😉 LOL I think I am going to be giggling about this for the rest of the day!!!!

  • Vicky says:

    By the way, from the look of things they aren’t frogs, they’re toads 🙂

    Frogspawn [frog eggs] is laid in big clumps
    Toadspawn [yep, toad eggs] is laid in chains like in your picture

    And…I have nothing to say contrary to “leeches are disgusting”. Eeeeuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!!!!

    • Amanda says:

      Vicki… THANK YOU! I love that you provided some insight and I didnt even have to go searching through more gross images on the internet! 🙂 Feel free to come back and impart any more Toad Wisdom you feel like sharing! 🙂

      • Vicky says:

        Haha you’re welcome! I’m glad that was stuff I learned as a country kid and not something I have to look up now!!

        It’s all just so….SLIMEY!!!!!

  • Charlotte says:

    HAHAHA I loved having this sort of convo with the kids at nursery when i was a nursery nurse, we had a little pond and we fished out the frogspawn so we could put it in a tank for the kids to watch grow into tadpoles. We managed to get away by answering most of the awkward questions by distracting them with a game but we had to do a bit of Googleing ourselves to work out how the process worked, we knew that frog spawn became tadpoles but how did the tadpoles get in there?! lol
    The most difficult thing to explain to the kids was that we didnt need to feed the tadpoles whilst they weere still spawn…i dont think there was day that went by that i wasn tfishing a biscuit or sandiwch out of the tank!

  • Sally says:

    I’ve been thinking of you all week Amanda! We arrived at the beach house that was rented for our extended family of 11. We had to go big this year since I have a nephew in a wheelchair, and he needs an elevator. In addition to an elevator, this house “came with” a pool. I thought it was going to be my MORNING SPOT. However, when I walked out the first morning (thinking I was escaping to a solitary oasis), there were frogs swimming in the pool. Remembering this post, it about put me over the edge!!!! YUCK!!! Now I know what those things can DO! Needless to say, the pool has not been my place. I’ll stick with my first love – the beach!! Having a blast. Wish you were here! *wink ~Sally

    • Amanda says:

      Oh no!!! Not in the pool! Darn stinkers. Hope you are loving the BEACH!!!! xoxo

  • Bethany says:

    So, so funny! Yes, it’s gross and cool all at the same time. As kids we would go find the frog eggs and put them in buckets to watch them grow. It was always fun. You seriously have the coolest property for little boys and adventuresome girls. 🙂

    • Amanda says:

      Maybe you should come visit again! 🙂

  • Lisa | Sweet 2 Eat Baking says:

    Shooting frogspawn porn happening right there in your back garden. Who’d of thought? 😆

    I’d be as mesmerised too. My old friend and I fished out frogspawn and tadpoles when we were kids. Makes me want to wash my hands now, over and over.

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