we currently have two dead miniature frogs. i put them in a matchbox a couple weeks with the intent to have a funeral, but i haven't gotten around to it just yet.
mini frogs aren't that playful to begin with. they're even less playful now. you have to pound your fist on the table to get them to jump a little. after several hours, this becomes somewhat dull.
we have actually killed four miniature frogs in the past year. the first two, chet and chet, lasted for about a year. assuming they were here to stay, i upgraded their accommodations from a little square tank to a really radical surf frogs habitat, complete with surf board, a shack, palm tree, umbrella and cooler.
then chet escaped (no, the other chet) and we found him dried out in our family room. we buried him near the tomatoes and jalapenos in the back yard. we replaced chet with gohan. he too escaped, making me wonder whether these frogs had figured out some sort of system. the little rita hayworth poster should have been a dead giveaway.
we quietly replaced gohan with another frog to avoid upsetting the 7-year-old who barely acknowleged the existence of these creatures about a week after we brought them into our house. well, it got to be too emotionally draining to maintain these frogs in the manner in which they had been accustomed -- such as eating and living in clean water. surprising, after a couple months, they too died.
now the kids want a dog. what chances for survival do you think a dog would have in my house? it would have better luck wandering into the kitchen of a seedy chinese restaurant with a suicide note tied to its collar. that's why we stick to zoos.
