As the pond’s days are numbered we decided it was time for Mr Toad (the frog) to be moved. Little did Mr Toad know it but he was soon to be swimming around with the hoity-toity posh frogs up at the big house. He may just be a lowly garden frog but he was about to make one heck of a social leap. However, when it came to catching Mr Toad we found that he wasn’t alone in his murky and overgrown ditch. He had a friend – who suspiciously enough looked just like Mr Toad. Ah well – we’ll upgrade them both, we thought, and carted them happy away.
Then we found another frog, and another, and then another. In total there were five, identical frogs in our tiny one metre by metre pond. Cramped conditions indeed. Of course we relocated all of them to the posh pond up the road and they all seemed very happy.
But then I realised the gravity of the situation. Let me recap. There were five frogs living in my garden for the whole of last summer and my seedlings STILL managed to get munched away time and time again by the plague of slugs that infested my beds? Unbelievable! And they say that frogs are a gardener’s best friend. More like, lazy little beggers who live rent free in your pond, I’d say!