Living in the Midwest means noisy summers. Especially at night. In Utah ,where Jeremy and I both grew up, most of the sounds were crickets. At our house now it is frogs. Like a lot of frogs. Like frogs so loud you can hear them with the windows shut. We have a small area of water out by the road that never really drains and there are frogs and 2 ducks living there. Then a new sound started. It was a weird whirling noise I had never heard before. I wasn't sure if it was a bug or frog. After some research we discovered it was an American toad. It sounded like he was living in our backyard because his call was so loud. This week I got around to cleaning out our pond and lo and behold guess who I found living with the fish? Our frog!! He wasn't too happy about being kicked out for a bit, but I'm sure he will recover. He let me get right up to him and didn't try to jump away. It was pretty fun. Sabrina was fascinated. He is pretty cute so how can we not love the song of summer he sings us every night?