Yet again, it's been raining, and yet again, it's been hard to spend lots of time outside. But that's me. The amphibians aren't having any such problems, and this evening, with the downpours reduced to a modest mist, I noticed a visitor by the basement door. The Gray Tree Frog, now retired from the breeding sweepstakes nearby, had come back to less competitive surroundings and would now be content to spend its time dining on insects to replenish its fat reserves—the raw materials that help it survive the winter and build up the requisite stocks of eggs and sperm necessary to enter next year's make-the-generation contests. The GTF was having no trouble whatsoever climbing the shingles towards the floodlights, which, of course, were attracting their share of moths, flies, and other insects: great food for frogs, present and future.