Sometimes the irony of it all is just unmissable.
Nature has started to take the piss out of me.
We have a wee pond in our front garden, and from time to time we've noticed the occasional frog hopping and plopping about.
Last Thursday evening, ET mentioned how the croaking from the pond had become really loud.
Google soon informed me that this was the frog's mating call. Just f*@%ing brilliant.
By Saturday we had literally dozens of froggy couples shagging their brains out in our garden. They sure can pick their moments can't they?
Only feet away from the frog orgy, two other bug eyed creatures were in the midst of their own mating frenzy, huffing and puffing in the name of procreation.
Granted, our mating call was somewhat less primal, "I'm ovulating, come on, drop 'em... " doesn't quite compare with a pond full of randy amphibians ribbitting away to their hearts content, but it's certainly to the point and should be just as effective.
Unfortunately, the probability is, that it was no where near as effective, not with all the will in the world.
We've be doing this FOR a year, with nothing to show for it. That is of course, unless you count humiliation, humiliation, and humiliation.
They get to do this ONCE a year, and I just know we are gonna be over run by the hoppy bastards soon enough.
A host of spineless water balloons with legs have just spent this last weekend outside our window creating babies and us, two relatively intelligent human beings, can be pretty certain that our weekend's efforts, aided by prediction kits and stopwatches and gravity boots, will prove to be another failure.
Maybe I should fill my sample pot with some of this on Thursday?
Mother nature, you're a right bitch.