Last night, Musti, Luc, and I set out to find wood frog eggs.  We headed for the little pond south of Chickatawbut Hill where we’d encountered enormous numbers of wood frogs two weeks earlier.  The only catch was that I’d never seen a frog egg before.  Friends of mine, hearing about my interest in the frogs told me, “You’ve gotta check out the egg masses!  They’re really cool looking, and there should be tons of them in that pond.  You can’t miss them!”  So armed with this encouragement (and a few minutes with Google Images), we went looking.   It’s a funny thing looking for something that should be present, yet not really knowing what you’re looking for.  Am I not finding it because…