A Laubfrösch – which is a very small tree-frog, only a little bigger than the first joint in my thumb.
I suspect this is the individual who normally claims the kiwifruit vine at its territory – but who hopped around the corner to take advantage of the mosquito-feast attracted to the light. The mosquito as the victim instead of the persecutor – Yes! The Laubfrösch is my friend.
The other delight about this little creature is that its voice is a thousand times its size.
I think it takes its motto from Jack London:
“I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.”