Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrog

Krak krak krak krak krak krak krak...

You know, I chose this apartment partly because of the pleasant natural setting. (Well, that and the fact that it had a swimming pool and didn't have cockroach corpses all over the floor, unlike the other three apartments I looked at. I am not much of a housekeeper, but I do have standards, occasionally.) I did not really think about how it was at the bottom of an embankment, and how water runs downhill, but I'm not sure that I would have made much of these facts if I had stopped to think about them.

When I discovered, on my second day of residence, that there were tiny little toads in the breezeway at night, I was rather charmed. I was even more charmed when I found the suction-cup frog climbing the windowpane. (I do not know what the scientific name of the suction-cup frog may be, but I am amazed at its feet.)

But, really? Is it too much to ask for an occasional night's sleep that isn't interrupted by the sounds of amorous amphibians? And do they have to sing all day as well, especially when it's raining, which is often? Are these, like, twenty-four-hour party frogs?

Krak krak krak krak krak krak krak...

I swear some of them are inside the walls. Is that even possible? Am I going to wake up one morning and find the toilet full of tadpoles?

Krak krak krak krak krak krak krak...

1 comment:

Ink said...

I'm teaching that poem this fall...wonder if I should integrate your post into the discussion somehow? :)

Sorry, though, about the noise. It reminds me of when Carrie had to listen to Berger's frogs on SATC.