I haven’t been shooting a lot, but I do have a handful of video clips to put together, that might wait until I have a couple more to flesh them out. In the meantime, an anecdote and recent exchange.
The Girlfriend commented that there was a frog sounding off quite close by, she suspected inside the garage. This isn’t farfetched in the slightest; since the lizards absolutely delight in running in there and disappearing every time the overhead door is open, we usually leave the door cracked a few centimeters now so we don’t trap any. But since the garage is a big space with lots of hiding spots, I didn’t bother attempting to find it.
Later on, I heard it directly, a barking call in midday that I have no idea what the purpose is, and soon zeroed in on one corner of the garage, naturally the junk corner filled with tools and building materials. The Girlfriend and I surveyed this area, and I said, “It could be anywhere in here – we probably wouldn’t find it unless we tore this spot apart. They like tucking themselves into nooks like this,” and saying so, I turned around a two-meter section of J-channel for siding. Sure enough, that’s exactly where the frog was hiding, up until I actually moved its bed, whereupon it leapt out onto my shoulder. A small rodeo ensued, culminating when I convinced it to stay on something long enough to carry it out to the azalea bush outside the door, what I considered a much better day and nighttime perch. But at least it wasn’t trapped in the garage trying to find its way out a window or whatever.
Two days later, however, we heard it again, and yes indeed, back on the same J-channel.
We let it be, since it seemed to be finding this spot on its own, but by nightfall when we were taking the trash out, it was on the move and I shooed it out the door and off to the side.
Next day, back again.
I went back inside and said to The Girlfriend, “I was just out in the garage…” and left it hanging.
She picked it up immediately. “He’s back again?”
“Yup, same spot. Higher this time though – he’s moving on up.”
She didn’t miss her cue. “To the east side?”
“Mm hmm,” I confirmed, then a pregnant pause. “He finally got a piece of the fly…”
I am not ashamed.