This morning, about to upend a pot of dead marigolds (it’s a long, sad story) into the compost bin, I spied, spied I (okay, sometimes I just can’t help playing with words like that) the merest flash of movement. I’ve been hoping for earthworms–it’s a composting thing–although not the Giant Palouse Earthworm that has been on the local news lately. Instead, the little visitor turned out to be the smallest frog I have ever seen.
As for the Giant Palouse, well, this critter is supposedly three feet long and spits at its prey. They showed a sample of the thing… Read More »