Yesterday was the day to feed our new pets (#s 5 and 6), frogs Oggie and Lily (if my daughter has finally decided that's its name) and watched with sick fascination as they waited for the dumber-than-doornails crickets to get closer and closer to them so they could be devoured.
One of the crickets, I kid you not, literally walked up to the bigger frog and tapped it on its mouth with its front leg (???). Convinced the frog would get it, I was baffled when said frog just walked away and towards a little fake vine to climb back to the top.
Slightly annoyed by the lack of cruelty that by the laws of our natural food chain should have taken place, I picked up the frog and set it back down in front of a larger group of crickets. Lily, once again, headed for the vine.
Now I know that most of us "mommies" sometimes lack enough time in the day to take care of personal things like, I don't know... personal hygiene. That was the kind of day I'd had so far. Although I might have used the time to get my ass in the shower and leave the poor frog be, the stubborn me (an oxymoron?) was going to see a frog eat at least one cricket.
So I picked up Lily once more, and placed it down with the crickets. Thinking that there was a possibility that this frog could actually be more stubborn than I was, I watched head back for the vine. It then climbed up to a level spot and it stopped. There, as if to let me know what the problem was, it started cleaning itself where I had touched it.
I left to have a shower. Stupid frog.
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