My Husband Is Being Terrorized

The man who can sleep through anything... I mean ANYTHING... A.K.A. my husband... is being terrorized. It starts at dusk and reaches a fever pitch when the sky is black and the lightning bugs light the way!

Apparently the frogs are looking to set up a shag shack in our neighborhood. They are planning the meet up, wooing each other with their low and high pitch croaks. Bow chica bow wow.

Gotta love when I told him I was blogging about this he happily volunteered to record the sounds. (Yes the video is black--- well, because it's at night folks and if he turns on the lights they stop croaking-hehe)

And for once--- I can gladly proclaim-- I don't ever hear the commotion! Me- the person who my husband says "can hear a gnat fart" (sorry- that's how he describes it)- I can't hear them!

Is it sweet revenge for all those nights he snored through the baby changes? Come on frogs- he didn't miss too many of them. Who knows- but it's cracking me up! He runs around the house saying "I hate em! BRUUU BRUUUU" shaking his head as he tries to mimic their sounds. He is becoming pretty obsessed with it... even proclaiming that if he catches them we will be "enjoying frog legs for dinner". Uhhh- not gonna happen.