Ah, the sounds of a Texas summer: the high-pitched trills of crickets, the electric buzz of cicadas … and the amphibian equivalent of a late-night booty call.
After this week’s heavy downpours, Houston’s usual nighttime soundtrack has been overtaken by something louder, stranger and far more persistent. Across neighborhoods, residents are hearing deep bass booms, rhythmic mechanical drones, raspy trills, duck-like quacks and high-pitched bleats echoing through the darkness.
The culprits aren’t insects. They’re frogs and toads…