Written by Catharine, Certified Master Naturalist–Riverine Chapter
A green tree frog lives in my trash can. The plastic “green monster” on wheels sat empty all summer since I dumped the last rake-load of leaves & sticks from spring yard cleaning. It seemed like a good place to put some smelly trash from the kitchen until I could get to the dump. When I lifted the lid, there he clung to the side looking up at me as if to say, “Hey! Turn off the light!”
I took his picture, picked him up carefully, put him into a nearby flower pot full of wet leaves, dropped the garbage in the can and replaced the lid. Later that day,about sunset that evening, I looked for “my” frog. He was back in the can with the garbage.
Two weeks went by before I thought to look in the “green monster.” We had a hard rain, and I wondered if the 2-inch hole in the can’s top let in a big puddle. He’s back, only six inches down from the top, feet tucked in close to his body, eyes cocked up at me. “Shut the door!” I did.
True Story Part 2 – October 2012
Green Tree Frog
On Oct 7, the nights had turned chilly. Green tree frog was still in his “green monster” trash can refuge. But he’s now olive drab instead of bright green. Is that a reaction to decreased day length or the temperature drop? The timing is coincident with beginning of leaves turning and leaf fall.