When I first shifted to this place, people warned me of the frogs. Some warned me that the frogs that plagued the area are unusually big compared to the normal frogs and are hunted and eaten by some local people. I was wondering about the appearance because different people described it differently. But nothing matched the description when I heard them croak one night in unison, I felt like I was in the middle of the highway with lots of vehicle plying in every direction. There was so much noise like a millions bees in migration. I hardly slept a wink that night. The noise did not stop till the sunrise and I was relieved to feel the peace once again after a noisy night.
However my peace was short lived for the routine started all over after the dusk and went on and on. The raindrops on the roof were relief because it was soothing in comparison to the croak of the army of frogs.
P.S Will try to get the picture of those frogs and upload them later :)