It was the second day of March back in 2008, and a warm front was roaring up out of the south, bringing scudding clouds and rain. Up to that point, spring had not put in much of an appearance, with temperatures sometimes twenty degrees colder than normal. With this dramatic change in the weather, here at last was a window of opportunity to go look for a little frog that spends much of its life tucked out of sight. The winds were strong enough that I burned almost an extra quarter tank of gas while driving down to the bottom of Illinois. Close to sunset, I met up with Scott Albert and Mike Steffen at a local gas station. Scott…