This time of year my front yard becomes a singles bar for amphibians.
“Hey baby” the frogs croak. “You work out? Huh? You look good! Hey baby.”
It seems charming from the video, I’m sure. But this is a rare example of daytime ribbiting. They usually only ribbit at night. All night. About 20 feet from my bedroom window. At which point it definitely counts as “racket.”
You move all the way to the middle of the woods, but you still gotta deal with noisy neighbors. I swear.