My call of Nature came one moonlit night, the rocky ridges of southern Sudan awash with silver. I slipped out of our tent, careful not to wake my girlfriend and clambered up the slope.
My relief was short-lived when each side of me deep-throated snarls erupted. I hurtled back down to the tent. The snuffles followed.
I nudged Maxeen. ‘Listen,’ I hissed, rasping purrs just inches beyond the canvas. ‘Leopards.’
She half-woke. ‘Frogs,’ she murmured drowsily and fell asleep again.
When we emerged the next morning, large pug marks encircled the tent.
‘Bloody large frogs,’ was all I could say.