Frog travelogue

The consensus of opinion indicates that I should keep my frogs and enjoy them. I would be happy to to do so if they refrained from shouting, pooing and canoodling, but they are at all three all the time to the detriment of the dog's sanity, my sleep and the clarity of the pool water.  Only Kim from SJ Travel & Yachting suggested I take them to a distant pond.   I'd been considering this too but the thought of frogs in the car had put me off.  Buoyed up by Kim's counsel, I bought a bucket with a lid and began the hunt.  There were no house guests to help yesterday so there is no photographic evidence of my prowess but I caught 4 over a period of an hour.  I actually caught 5, the fifth one was in my net 3 times but the tricky manoeuvre of transferring frog to bucket without letting the other 4 out proved too tricky for me. 

Taking no chances I secured the bucket lid with tape and drove them off to the neighbouring pond which is much bigger than ours and at over 1km distant should be far enough away to prevent my froggie friends visiting.  

This morning there was only one frog in the pool, definitely the one from yesterday with Houdini-like talents.  I made a few attempts at getting him in the net, but he'd learnt from Wednesday's experience and wouldn't let me get near him.  As long as he doesn't invite any friends for a chin-wag, he can stay.