Today was given over, starting with the countdown to 9:05 in the morning, the precise time my granddaughter Stasia greeted the world nine years ago, to celebrating, but when everyone had called it a night, I made a quick run down to the vernal pool complex to see if anyone was stirring. It's been chilly and right on the edge for amphibian awakenings, but in the rain last night, my daughter reported that she'd seen frogs hopping across the road, so I wanted to check our wetlands. Mostly what greeted me was swaying maiden's hair algae—one of these days, I really ought to ID this one to species—but no signs of Spotted Salamanders. I might have heard a lone Spring Peeper, but the Wood Frogs were still quiet. In the algae, however, I noticed one batrachian foot, but all I could manage in the documentation department was a glimpse of the Wood Frog heading for cover. The Caddis Fly larva to the WF's left—it's not tack sharp but you can sort of see the insect emerging from the case it created out of leaves—took the harassment from my camera light in stride.