...was seeing that the mating frogs had separated at last....she must have been so relieved....
I mean...imagine ladies...you've had a glass or two......you fancy a kiss and a cuddle and twenty four hours later he's still there.....hanging on for dear life..... :-(
Mrs Froggy must have been enjoying herself, Gness, as the length of 'amplexus' (yes, i Googled) depends on how quickly the female rekeases her eggs to be fertilised. She's obviously a tease.
So, Ken.....it was all her fault and he was probably at the end of his tether......pour soul.....I shall look at him more kindly in future...thank you.....flippin' women!.... :-)
Gosh....I don't know, Hoppy.....growing up there were lots of wandering dogs and folk would run out with buckets of water.....but I don't know which the clamping one was.....x