Our pool pump died and while we organised to get it and the filter replaced the pool lay dormant and fermenting. So, as the sun set, out would come my three lovely boys calling and croaking and frolicking in the big, greeny puddle. Diving to the bottom with long, strong strokes and then floating languidly to the top, legs akimbo. Calling all the while with their distinctive Brrrrrrr, Grok, Grok.
But as the days became hot and hotter still, the need to return the pool to it’s former use became stronger and stronger. What else to do? The pool was needed for human consumption! So, one seeringly hot day, the deadly chemicals were broadcast across the surface of this green mire, to fall silently to the bottom, in wait. And as the bright orb of the sun went down that night, and the nearly-full moon lit up the yard, out came my three lovely boys, calling and croaking, unawares.
The next night was bright and ominously silent. Horror! Searching and calling, my children and I patrolled the yard with torches. No luck. Lying in my quiet bed, the recriminations began. What could I have done. No use scooping them out and returning them to their pond all night, they would only return again and again to their favourite spot. Without their chorus I could not find sleep.
The next day, with the pump and filter now fully operational, the pool was cleaned, and the full tragedy of recent events was revealed. Amongst the litter gathered in the skimmer were the remains of one of my big eyed boys. Oh, murderess!
That night, by the light of the no longer full moon, my son and I held a mid-night vigil. With torches in hands we searched for more evidence of the fate of my froggie friends. One boy sat on the edge of the scene of the crime, watching, not tempted to plunge to the depths of this watery grave. And from afar, in the neighbours back yard, we heard the call of a lone frog, soft and sad. Had my frog defected, set out alone, away from this hostile land? Betrayal! But who could blame him, really?
So now, one dead, one gone, but still one remains.
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Hi, I have the same problem but with a spa, 4 frogs have made a home in our spa which is full of water but without the chemicals, they hide under the cover.
I am trying to make a frog pond so we can use the spa & not kill the frogs.
Problem is, are they going to use the pond once we put the chemicals in the spa!
It is very difficult to keep frogs out of their favourite places, and if they are getting in to the spa even with the cover on it may be impossible. My advice is put the chemicals in the spa in the morning when the frogs are hiding out, that way when they come out to play in the evening, the chemicals will be less toxic. A pond will definitely help, but if they are anything like my frogs they will keep going back to your spa for a dip.