Igrew up on a farm in Medina County. When I was young, my siblings often teased me about sleeping late. One summer day, my older brother put a ladder against my upstairs bedroom and set his new stereo speakers in the window. He turned on Elvis’ “Jailhouse Rock” at full volume.

I leaped up from sleep like I was hit by a thunderbolt, my heart racing, and ran down the hall to escape. It was totally impulsive, unpremeditated: a fight-or-flight reaction.

Some people may think that story is amusing, but when it happens to you, it’s not.

Wildlife aren’t much different from people when attacked by loud noise and constant lights from fracking under their habitat, or homes.

To animals in our state parks and public lands, incessant fracking noise sounds much like a distant jet plane. The constant

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