By: Corey Buhay
It was summer in rural eastern North Carolina, practically in the middle of nowhere. Jonathan Micancin had found what he was searching for. He could hear them: frogs. Clicking and calling, trying to out-sing each other, competing for attention. It sounded like a pond full of them, not far from the river.
There were two men fishing on the riverbank. They were drinking beer, talking, joking – not an unusual sight. Micancin approached these fellows, inquiring about the permission he would need to observe those frogs up close for his dissertation.