When I got there, I found Sarah, dressed in a Nilla Wafers box and a pipe cleaner headdress, speaking in monotones, something to the effect of, "Greetings, earthling."
Still, my junior zoologist and my animal behaviorist were interested in the transfer of frogs from their temporary clear Solo cups (doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?) to their more permanent habitats.
They named their new pets Mike, Will, Sarah, and Julie. Hmmm...this could get a little confusing.
My sports-savvy friend Kristen set the over-under on our new pets at a week, but they're tough little critters. It turns out that they're blind, so they can't see their flake food to eat it, plus, they need a gallon of water per frog to be comfy. So, they'll starve to death unless they run into their food, and they need more room to roam than the plastic shoebox they're currently inhabiting. Poor guys. The plan is to get them some pellet food and a fish-tank cave or two to hide in so they'll be a little happier.