I even swam one frog back to where one kid had found it after he picked it up and swam it all the way out into the middle of the swimming area. One of his buddies meant to save it by taking it back, but he was holding it in his hand and attempting to swim the crawl stroke with both arms. Poor frog, I'm pretty sure he figured he'd met his demise every time the water slammed into him. So I swam over and told the boy I'd take it back for him.
I don't know how kind it was. I set him down in front of a bunch of other kids. I tried to explain that they needed to be left alone. I pointed out that he still had a tail and was turning from a tadpole into a frog. I tried to emphasis how it could kill him if they kept handling them. When I swam away I did notice they were just watching the frog and not picking him up, but who knows how long that lasted.
I'm sure the moms sitting there thought I was some crazy nature lady when I asked them where the frogs were coming from. They obviously weren't doing anything to encourage the kids to leave the frogs alone.
That would have been a good spot for a ranger. There must be some value in saving frogs. I'm sure when someone figured out the statistics for frog survival they never figured in Labor Day weekend.
We'll probably hear a huge sigh of relief at some point today when the frogs count the survivors and realize the worst is over.
It's a bad weekend to be a frog.