I call him Lance the Dance the Romance and I’m listening to him right now. He’s a spring peeper sitting on the edge of Lake Leesa, the large body of water that graces the New Bellevue House estate. He’s awakened from his winter dormancy and crawled from his subterranean cold weather home looking for love. At the moment, Lance is alone in his incessant peeps, which in frog-speak mean, “Hey, girl, can I buy you some pond scum?”, “How ‘bout a dance, you slammin’ amphibian hottie?” and “I got a bucket of flies back at my place…”. Here’s what he can look forward to in this moist Dating Game.
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