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Maybe acid rain.
When I was a kid, we had a creek in our back yard too. No frogs for some reason, but toads. We used to catch the eggs and watch the polliwogs hatch. On time, one of my dad's students was over visiting. He was a wealthy Iranian with ties to the Shah, who was in power then. Anyway, he wore expensive clothes. Nice guy. Very friendly. I had caught a bunch of polliwogs in the cooler we kept on our back steps for the milk delivery, and was carrying it over to him to show him. Somehow I tripped or something, and I dumped most of this cooler full of scummy water and toad eggs and polliwogs all over his pants and expensive shoes. That was the only time I ever saw him mad, but he soon recovered. And was nice again. He heads an oil exploration company now.
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