We've gotten quite a bit of rain this year. Lots of rain leads to lots of puddles, and the frogs around here all decided to leave their eggs in the big puddles after the rain. What happens then? The puddles start to dry up, the eggs hatch, and you have hundreds of little tadpoles swimming around in a tiny little puddle.
So, the little man and I went on a mission to rescue the tadpoles. He's recently developed a thing for little critters (I have an affinity for them as well, I must say), so he was gung ho about our mission. We grabbed our shovels, our sand buckets and trekked into the mud to scoop hundreds of little guys out of the tadpole pools and drop them back into the creek. Mission successful, hope we didn't interfere with the natural selection process, but just couldn't stand the idea of those little guys not making it. He was covered in mud, I was covered in mud, but it was fun and we felt like we'd done something special. Here's hoping we have lots of frogs to eat the thousands of mosquitoes in our back yard this summer.