As of this morning we have a new addition to the family. Emma has adopted one of the tadpoles that hatched in our kiddie pool. The kids wanted to swim the other day but when we found the babies we didn't have the heart to dump them out. Hundreds of potential frogs slaughtered in one tipping! Emma couldn't bear the thought. So this morning we caught one to put in her frog habitat, and I looked up what they eat and how to take care of them.
Apparently they love lettuce. The instructions are to boil lettuce for 10-15 minutes, then freeze it, and break off a little and feed the critter every few days. Ten minute lettuce. My new dish. The greenery is on the boil as we speak.
Emma has named the tadpole Sprinkles. She doesn't know why. She has also determined that Sprinlkes is a girl. She has no evidence to back this up, but (if I recall freshman biology correctly) all embryos are inherently female so odds are good that sprinkles is indeed a chick. Now if I can just get Emma to change her name to something that doesn't conjure up visions of urine.
But you know what this means, don't you? Capturing and raising a baby tadpole is a sign that summer isn't over yet. Wooooooooooooooohooooooooo!
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As the kids say, "Oh. Em. Gee." You are the most patient and involved mom in this whole "rearing of abandoned wildlife" thing. While my mom encourage my bug/animal interests to a degree, she would most definitely not be boiling and freezing lettuce for me as a child. Or...well, maybe she would have, but you sure seem to do a lot more than she did.
What is it now, two birds and a tadpole? All in one summer? My folks were always, "Let it go. It's a wild animal. It needs to survive on its own. It will be happier that way!"
Sprinkles actually reminded me first off of those fun little colored candy things that you put on cookies and ice cream.
On a related note, there's an old Fabulous Thunderbirds song called Extra Jimmies. I've always liked the song, but never knew what the name meant. After a time it was made known to me by a friend that, "Oh, those are those sprinkles they put on ice cream." I went, "Oh, cute. Very cute." Then, a few weeks later when I was telling a guitarist friend this he says, "No, man, jimmies are condoms." Um, oh. Thanks, I guess. Not so cute anymore.
As the kids say, "Oh. Em. Gee." You are the most patient and involved mom in this whole "rearing of abandoned wildlife" thing. While my mom encourage my bug/animal interests to a degree, she would most definitely not be boiling and freezing lettuce for me as a child. Or...well, maybe she would have, but you sure seem to do a lot more than she did.
What is it now, two birds and a tadpole? All in one summer? My folks were always, "Let it go. It's a wild animal. It needs to survive on its own. It will be happier that way!"
Sprinkles actually reminded me first off of those fun little colored candy things that you put on cookies and ice cream.
On a related note, there's an old Fabulous Thunderbirds song called Extra Jimmies. I've always liked the song, but never knew what the name meant. After a time it was made known to me by a friend that, "Oh, those are those sprinkles they put on ice cream." I went, "Oh, cute. Very cute." Then, a few weeks later when I was telling a guitarist friend this he says, "No, man, jimmies are condoms." Um, oh. Thanks, I guess. Not so cute anymore.
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