As a recent transplant to New Orleans, I see what the tourists see: beautiful, big Italianate mansions and charming, deceptively large shotguns and bungalows; world-class restaurants and taco carts; and bars that never close. But as a more permanent habitant, I also experience the frustrations of moving to a city where "Do what you wanna" is often followed literally. It ain't always the "Big Easy."
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Monday, July 19, 2010
The Effen Frogs
The frogs are sooo LOUD. Last night I woke up to what sounded like Banshee Fest outside. Have you ever heard a frog mating call? It's loud, deep and gurgled. And it's scary. At least until you figure out someone is not being murdered outside your bedroom window and that noise is just a bunch of stinkin' horny frogs.
Here's a pic of what the frog fest eventually leads to:
I mentioned the frogs to our landlord last week and he said, "We've had complaints before." At the time I thought who would complain about these cute little critters hopping around eating all the flies? The answer is anyone who prefers to be asleep between the hours of midnight and 2:30 am.
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