Awww...he makes that dime look FARKING HUGE!

I'm surprised they found him.

I'd have pollywogged right on the lil fellow.

Ophaelin: We use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from New Guinea, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and then sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple smooth treble cream milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.

That's as may be, it's still a frog.

Now that just looks deadly

I've lived in Florida nearly all of my life. As a kid, I'd visit my grandparents who lived in a rural area where they were the only house on an undeveloped block.

The blocks in front of and behind them were also empty and wooded.

The lot next door had a large 'meadow' in it that mildly flooded when it rained -- meaning among the wild grasses, the white sand had about a half inch of water on it. I loved the place. At certain times during the summer, seemingly right after a rain, the meadow would swarm with these frogs about as large as your little fingernail.

I don't think they were fresh from tadpoles, since none had that little tail stub that remains for a bit and rarely did the meadow stay flooded for more than a few days.

They would be all over the place in the hundreds. As a kid I found it charming and fascinating.

Now, the entire area is massively developed and I haven't seen one of those 'Fly Frogs' (as we called them) in years.

It was a sight to see.

Pete!

Rik01: I've lived in Florida nearly all of my life. As a kid, I'd visit my grandparents who lived in a rural area where they were the only house on an undeveloped block.

The blocks in front of and behind them were also empty and wooded.

The lot next door had a large 'meadow' in it that mildly flooded when it rained -- meaning among the wild grasses, the white sand had about a half inch of water on it. I loved the place. At certain times during the summer, seemingly right after a rain, the meadow would swarm with these frogs about as large as your little fingernail.

I don't think they were fresh from tadpoles, since none had that little tail stub that remains for a bit and rarely did the meadow stay flooded for more than a few days.

They would be all over the place in the hundreds. As a kid I found it charming and fascinating.

Now, the entire area is massively developed and I haven't seen one of those 'Fly Frogs' (as we called them) in years.

It was a sight to see.

You can still find them now and then...

Wish I could have found a Bud cap for this little guy to pose on.

He's toadally awesome Dude!!

Forgive the following lapse in my usual snarky decorum:

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I WANT I WANT IWANTIWANTIWANT!

I haz frogs, but the damn things are monstrous!Almost an inch long! Terrifyingly huge!

I would love me a passel of gnat-frogs. I wonder what their mating calls sound like. I already have buzzing and barking and chirping, but no condom frogs yet. I want some dart frogs too, but when I mentioned them to the landlord he yelled and kind of pooped himself a bit so I don't think he likes the idea. Too bad. They so purty.

/dart frogs, not landlord poops