So.. here’s a fun little story. As you guys know, I love all creatures great and small. And I really love frogs and toads. And I really, really love tree frogs. There’s just something about those little suction cup toes… so magical!

But tree frogs are not something I’ve ever had a lot of personal experience with. I have vague recollections from childhood of finding one in a pine tree, or possibly on our front window. The recollection is so vague – I’m not sure if it’s two incidents, or one that I’ve conflated details about.

Anyway… after that, there was nary a tree frog in my life. Until back in 2013 when Mom and I travelled to Virginia for a Circular Sock Machine convention. It was after dinner when we were walking with a bunch of ladies from from convention building to another (outside), and I made a comment on how Virginia had some very noisy bugs, because the night was just alive with insect music. One of the ladies (who lived in Virginia) said “Oh, honey, those aren’t bugs… those are tree frogs.”

Well…I got so excited, but neither Mom or the convention ladies would let me run off into the forest in the dark to hunt for tree frogs.

Fast forward to this year, and back in July, I discovered a wee tree frog in my beans…

I assumed it was because the boys just cut down several trees on the property line, and he got displaced.

Then, about a month later, there was the one I found on our gas meter out front.

He actually hung around for several days. Even though I’d put him in the butterfly bush beside, I came back out several days in a row to find him back on the top of the gas meter. I named him Gary.

Then after the third day, Gary just up and disappeared.

But then last week…

Gary’s replacement showed up! I named this one Gus and he was a lot more active than Gary. I found him on the asters…

And on the siding…

Now he’s since moved on as well, but I’m wondering when the fourth tree frog is going to hop on into my life?