When my daughter went fishing with her dad and brother on Monday, she came home with two frogs stuck in a plastic bottle. I wasn't too thrilled, but I figured as long as they stayed in the bottle, I'd be fine.
That night, she was watching a movie in our room. When I went to go check on her, I opened the door and saw her lifting up blankets and pillows, searching for something. Immediately suspicious, I asked, "What's going on?"
"Tell me what's really going on."
"Ummmmm...." She paused to look furtively around the room.
Me: "Did you let one of the frogs out?"
A reluctant nod.
A sigh from me. "Well, let's find it."
Thus started a frantic search around the bedroom while I had thoughts of being attacked by a slimy amphibian in the middle of the night. Luckily, she found it and put it safely back in the bottle.
Last night we decided to move the frogs to a more respectable home. But making the transfer from the bottle to the new, air-conditioned place was a bit of a challenge. Both frogs decided to make a run for it and my daughter and I scrambled after them, she shrieking with laughter and I shrieking with, um, yeah, laughter, that's it.
I think the frogs will have probably a brief stay as I don't have any dead crickets or bugs to feed them. We tried fish food, but they didn't appear too interested. :-)
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