After the Monsoons quit and the rain quit  we had thousands and thousands of frogs to deal with . You see where our compound was , it was at the bottom of a huge hill . All the water during Monsoon season would come running down the side of that hill into our compound making it about two inches deep in water wall to wall . When it started drying up all of the frogs  ¼ inch and larger would start migrating back to the hill . It was walking on crickets . Squish  squish .  I was working on a sidewalk one time with a pick that you dig with to make a footing for the concrete . There was a frog came hopping along . I started to swing at with the pick and hit in the side nicking it just enough to make about ten inches of it’s gut’s to fall out . I guess it hopped and died . Another time I was working with a shovel and a frog came hopping along and I struck it between the legs cutting one of it’s legs almost all the way off . It went hopping around in circles but I guess the worst thing I ever did . I was on guard duty one night . The general rule of thumb was if you think you see something you shoot at it and check it out in the morning . So the sergeant never ask you a whole lot about what you are shooting at . One night I saw this frog hopping in front of my guard post about two feet in front of me and POP with M-16 . I never did find that one .  It took me a long time before I could be around frogs at all and to this day I still don’t like frogs and to beat all I used to play with Horney Toads when I was a kid .