A few evenings ago, I heard quiet crackly sounds like wires shorting. Jim didn't hear them and he asked me where I thought they were coming from. Last time I'd heard something sort of similar, it had been bugs bouncing off the bulbs so I peered at various bulbs. Not that. Here, I said, no here, no here. I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. I didn't smell anything burning so I gave up looking. A bit later, Jim said, Frogs. And of course he was right. This is the time of year the tiny frogs appear. Below you can see a couple of pictures of them that Jim took.
They are about an inch long from nose to hips and intensely green, something which doesn't show up in the photo. I would love to have more information about these.
It is also the time of fruit flies. Jim doesn't think he's ever taken any picture of a fruit fly so I've stolen this one from the web:
Once in awhile, though, they become noteworthy. The slightest bit of sugar or a cut in a piece of fruit on the counter or slit of an opening on the composting container in the kitchen brought swarms of them. We wash the windows with vinegar and as I think I mentioned in an old post, and once I decided to wash the windows with vinegar in a time of fruit flies. I discovered to my chagrin (as they say) that fruit flies love vinegar, too.