
Josiah caught a frog the other day, and kept him in a plastic container (when not cuddling him) overnight.



Selfish love for
froggie competed
fiercely with concern for
froggie's hunger in captivity, and after twenty-four hours and a lot of soul searching and potential home searching (the fountain was ruled
out)...
froggie was set free in our little entrance garden.

This looks like a peaceful scene, but if you could only hear the soundtrack- much sorrow and wailing from Josiah who kept a 45 minute vigil to see where
froggie would go. After he went nowhere, but only rotated around a few times, Josiah was convinced that
froggie would make the little garden his home, and was distracted by a large bag of pipe cleaners (thanks Aunt Leslie! :). He went on to create creatures that survive
indefinitely under his care- an "old white cobra" and an orange and black fly-catcher. Not nearly so interesting as little
froggie, but happily-
maintenance free.