True story: I lived in this weird pocket of ruralness in the middle of the Bay Area of California. There were some hills that I used to wander, and deep in them was a pond made from some sort of industrial run off, but I always figured it couldn’t have been that industrial because it had frogs all over it.

I was okay at catching frogs in the creek down at the foot of the hills, but absolutely helpless catching frogs in a pond.

To this day I’m not sure it’s possible to catch frogs in “open water.”

Also, algae is pretty.