triPod. the frog.

We came home one afternoon to find a frog on our door. This usually happens at night. There are three or four bright green frogs who like to sit near our door light to eat the bugs that are blindly attracted to it. But a frog being on our black door in the bright Florida day was odd. He was in the highest corner right against the seal and when we slowly opened the door, we realized the arm closest to it was GONE and slightly STUCK to it. SO gross. I freaked out....calmly of course. I told Tommy we HAD to run to the store and get some take-care-of-froggy equipment to save him from his wound..... -er amputation.

After hitting up the Walmart and the Petsmart, we filled a small terarrium with dirt and bark and branches and water. We caught the frog pretty easily....since he was struggling anyway. We gave him a nice little bit of worms and water and sent him off to bed in our loft where it is a little warmer. And named him Tripod.

The next morning, he was a brighter green, where before he had been an almost grey. He hopped pretty easily when I opened the lid to give him some fresh water. And an improvement which was exciting and super gross was the dangly stuff where his arm had been had fallen off... and was stuck to one of the sides. (Heebee Jeebees shiver!!) But at least he could now learn to deal without it! He was asleep when I got home that afternoon, hiding under the branches, and we put him upstairs again for the night.

I got nervous that day about his food situation. I went during my lunch break and bought some dried crickets ( I couldn't bare to get live ones) and some pellets for amphibians. I texted Tommy and said if he hadn't eaten some by the time we got home, we would have to let him go so he could eat.

And by that afternoon, he hadn't eaten. So when the sun had set, we took his box out, opened the lid, and stuck it under the little tree we had been getting his little branches from. He then jumped on my arm. Being the smooth and calm person I am, I squealed and shook him off. A loving good-bye. I hope he survives.... And now we're stuck with 25 bucks worth of frog junk.