When I was a child, every spring the frogs in the dugouts would wake with the thaw. Their songs would echo over the flat, wet-yet-icy landscape. No ears were safe from their symphonies – even inside the house I could hear them heralding the spring. When There Were No Frogs chronicles the armyworm infestation that ultimately led to the frogs’ demise. Pesticide used to cull the impending worms saved the canola but at the cost of the frogs. This work is the story of my first silent spring, a mouthless spring, a spring worth remembering.