The other day I heard about an upcoming action that will be taking place soon in Central Indiana that just has to make one wonder what the heck are people thinking. Some residents of a subdivision near Indianapolis are apparently fed up with hearing bull frogs croak at night, so they have actually gone and hired a someone to hunt and spear the frogs!
Really? Poor babies…are you really so very special, that you can’t handle some frogs croaking at night? Geez, if that were the case where I live in Mid-Michigan, with all the ponds and wetlands situated here, these people who can’t handle a little nature in their backyard, would go bonkers in minutes. If it is not spring peepers and chorus frogs, it is the tree frogs that are croaking and calling. Personally, I love falling to sleep listening to them. What’s next, a cricket roundup to turn them into fish bait?
Why is it that we humans think we can just plop ourselves down wherever we want and then expect nature to bend to our every whim? I’d bet the bull frogs were there first. Hey folks, if you don’t want to deal with nature, then don’t move there in the first place!
Here in Mid-Michigan, we have a number of people who will move next to a protected wetland and then want to manage it like it’s a manicured golf course. That, or they will start using it as a dumping ground for mowed grass, leaves, and other yard debris. In the end, they damage and/or destroy the very thing that brought them there in the first place. They go and “pave paradise and put up a parking lot” so to speak.
Many of us need to learn how to relish the beauty of nature. Just give it a chance and I am fairly certain you will come to love it. If not, don’t move in next door and then try to alter it…find a more appropriate place to live. Meanwhile, the rest of us can still marvel at the natural wonders of our planet without you destroying it.
Here’s are the lyrics from a portion of the last verse from The Eagles song entitled, The Last Resort. The words do a good job of summing up the insanity of such actions:
“They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise,
[and] Kiss it goodbye.”
Wow. How sad. Unless there’s been a population explosion and they’re overrun with frogs, hunting and killing them is a gross overreaction. The sound of tree frogs still reminds my mom of growing up on the pond in PC. On the other hand, when Megan and I were in Hawaii, the coqui frogs on the Big Island were so loud it was hard to sleep. But as you say, if you can’t handle the natural noise, don’t move in!
Thanks, Molly. My best to you and your entire family.
Red-eared sliders are a common nonnative freshwater turtle in Florida’s waters, but they are a conditional species, meaning they may not be caught and kept as pets. While red-eared sliders can be taken and used for human consumption, once removed they cannot be released back into Florida’s waters. Sale of nonnative turtles (such as painted turtles) not listed as conditional species requires a Class III exhibition and sale license; however, sale of red-eared sliders requires an additional permit and is only allowed to permitted recipients within the state or to out of state recipients. Among the most common frogs taken for consumption are pig frogs and bull frogs. There are no seasons, bag or size limits. Most are taken using gigs at night (some specific areas prohibit this, so check the local regulations). Sale of frogs or frog legs requires a commercial fishing license.
2 things come to mind after reading Rick’s scary report from Indiana. First, when taking out one species, there’s usually some sort of natural consequence, isn’t there? I’m not a “trained biologist” as my high school biology teacher liked to point out, but it seems like the community might soon enjoy a growth in insect populations that the frogs might have been taking care of. Ahh… the sweet buzz of mosquitoes in your ear! Second, I’m optimistic that perhaps this community was actually keeping windows open at night, rather than running central air conditioners?