It's not easy being a frog. You've avoided being scoffed as spawn, evaded the tadpole pond-dip nets of toddlers, made it through that - hey, where's my tail gone? - teenage phase, escaped beady-eyed herons and crawled off for a well-earned rest under a clump of grass.Then before you know it, the nights start warming up, dusk falls, the dew twinkles invitingly outside your trusty clump and you have this sudden, irresistible urge to go a wooing...
As ever - as per the iconic 1970's arcade game - the course of true love often involves a major trek across a hairy stretch of asphalt...
Hop, hop - SPLOT!
Such is the nightly flattened fate of hundreds of frogs and toads squished by oblivious motorists on local roads during the March-May breeding season.
The Department of Transport have now designated a one mile stretch of the Holt-Briston Road an 'Amphibian Crossing Zone'.
So on mild, wet nights keep your speed down, watch out for the frog alert roadsigns and toad patrol wardens (who lift the little fellas across the road to safety - hmm, rather them than me!) and - go on - do your bit for amphibian romance...
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