Bull Frogs

Personal memory by Carolyn Zezima

1974Connecticut, USA

I remember all the bullfrogs in the pond at my home in Connecticut growing up. You'd hear them constantly at dusk. And you'd see them hanging out at the edge or in the shallow waters of the pond, hopping and splashing. I'd catch one regularly and bring it up to the house and put it in the bathtub. Mom, look what I found…my poor mother would indulge me for about a 1/2 hour and then say the frog needed to go home with the other frogs. Now when I am back home, I don't hear the croaking of the frogs, hardly ever. The pond is there, but somehow the frogs have left.