Once upon a time, approximately 7 years ago, I drove up to Tarpon Springs with my boss for a meeting with an apartment complex owner. It was a rainy day which is not unusual here in Florida. When we pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, we suddenly realized the dark pavement was moving! A closer look revealed that the entire lot as well as the grass and tree branches were blanketed with tiny tree frogs (about thumbnail sized). There was not a square foot anywhere that didn't have hopping, squirming, squishy little frogs covering it.
He pulled up as close to the front door as he could get, and I gingerly tiptoed across the frogs, mangling quite a few in the process. It was the most horrible, disgusting walk of my life. I'll never forget the crunch and 'sploosh' sounds as well as the squashing sensation under my high heeled pumps.
Stormie