So here's my side of the story ( I know he's telling it different, this squawker)
Oh no, I was not bothered by the loud squawking, I actually love the frogs calling, it was the killing that pushed me over the edge!
Every morning I visit the pond and the fish come to the edge of the pond for their food. The little goldfishies happily munch their breakfast, when one morning, to my horror, I noticed this big frog stealthily appearing and swallowing one of the goldfish. I took a deep breath and said this is Nature, and the goldfish were all feeder-fish anyways. Up came the frog and ate another one. Four total.
|feeling right at home, nice and well fed|
The next morning Mr. Frog appeared punctual for breakfast, and no, he was not bothered by me. He evaded my bamboo stick I tried to poke him with. I was stupidly thinking I could fool him by feeding the fish at the other side of the pond, but with one elegant stroke he swam to where the fishes were by then, and I had to watch as he gobbled down his breakfast.
|he sure is a handsome fellow, with his golden face|
Third morning, after no luck with the net, I call my son for help and he, with one swoop, got this freeloader into a small terrarium, and off we went to relocate him to the nearby retention pond.
He now must work for his food, no more free Myrtle Glen Sushi Bar for him!