Now that Winter has turned my part of the country cold and brown, I just had to put up a few pictures from last Spring. I found the tiny frog on a lilypad. If this little guy made it through the Summer, I imagine he is sound asleep in his mud hole. The moth may have been eaten by a frog, but more than likely it got squashed on someone's windshield. My backyard always has box turtles in one corner or the other. This one was a little afraid of the big eye in front of my face.