A Tale of Costa Rica Frogs–The Last Frog Standing
This is a tale about Costa Rica frogs.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah ga.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gu.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gi.
I am lying in my bed, and I can’t even sleep. The noise is incredible. It is literally reverberating off the windows and it feels like my house is moving. If these were my dogs, making this much noise, I might open the door and actually throw a flip flop at them. Shut up!!!!! The noise stops for about 5 seconds.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah ga.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gu.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gi.
Anyone who has ever spent one night in the tropics knows exactly what this is. It’s the sound of Costa Rica frogs, bellowing out for all to hear. Maybe it’s a mating request, or some kind of call to arms: could be Toad Rock n Roll or maybe they are just letting all their buddies know that MY pool is a cool place to hang out. “Come on over man, this place is AWESOME!!! He’s got satellite TV with Duck Dynasty, Animal Planet and all the TCU Horned Frog games, and 8 dog bowls to swim in.” These little suckers come in all shapes, from the size of an egg to some massive dudes that are bigger than softballs, but every one of them can squawk. You can hear these things hundreds of yards away. I am not kidding you, and these puppies are LOUD. If your kids screamed like this, you would beat the crap out of them and lock them in a closet.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah gah ga.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gug gu.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr rig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gig gi.
Not only do these guys really give you a headache, they are vile heinous creatures. My dogs want nothing to do with them either, thank goodness, because some of them, if they are eaten, can make your pet very sick. I guess I have raised a family of princesses, because they just look at these rascals with complete disgust: like “why are you here and why don’t you just drop dead?” They leave this slimy black goop when they take a frog poop, and they seem to go every couple of minutes because the stuff is everywhere. Now, I understand, that they are a vital part of the food chain blah blah blah; they eat all the bugs and mosquitos that we really don’t want around, but that doesn’t mean I need 40 of them.
Every June, at the start of the green season, these little pukes seem to come out of nowhere. Like, where have you been hiding for 6 months? They are everywhere. And no matter what you do, they keep coming back. One time, there was this big sucker, HUGE, like a small bowling ball, and he was just screaming for attention. So I went and got a broom, lifted him up, and heaved the SOB as far as I could, he literally cleared the tree tops. THUD when he hit the ground, 30 yards away, and yet 24 hours later; HE’S BACK! You can kick ‘em, and smack ‘em, and throw them against a tree, and nothing can kill ‘em. Costa Rica doesn’t need an army because they have Toad Navy Seals. They are indestructible.
