Spring

 

The spring night was filled with the sound of frogs as he made his way from his truck to the house.

Absentmindedly, he identified them in his head. Peepers, Treefrogs, Leopard frogs, the occasional bullfrog, and…

Odd. He didn’t recognize that one.

It sounded almost like a cough, or a sneeze, but obviously it was another frog, or some weird insect. They made tons of strange noises.

The door closed behind him, and he turned off the porch light.

From the cover of the forest, one sasquatch was looking at the other one, perturbed.

“Fucking allergies” said the other one.