When I lived in Monroe we had a combination of a few things that made for an interesting week:
I lived in the lowlands, near a swamp. And that week it was raining really hard. Lots of flooding and low-level puddles.
Then it rained frogs. It rained frogs for about 5 minutes. This isn't as uncommon as you may think - Tiny little things (not goliaths like in Magnolia)
A few days of the rain goes by, and these things start growing up.
I come home from work, at night and the road is SLICK with frogs. They are hopping everywhere. The road is alive and these little things are hopping everywhere.
It was a sad little massacre, and my tires had to be rinsed off, but it's either they meet their imminent death in the tread blocks of 245/65R14 Cobras or they starve to death.