Yesterday after school my older son (12) comes home and asks if he can take his little brother to catch a tadpole.
They have both wanted a tadpole all summer - in fact - CJ has wanted one since he was about 4 years old. His father and I actually bought him one of those Tadpole plastic aquarium set ups for his birthday one year. Then there was this whole thing about having to Order them through the mail, etc. and it just never happened.
I said, "Well, where are the tadpoles?"
He says, "They are across the little field from the school in a drainage ditch. My friend Chase told me that there's tons of them."
Okay, sure, no problem. Then he asks if he can bring Chelleni across the street, she's 7. I told him to go ask her parents and set my terms.
1) they have to dress WARMLY - it was only 55 degrees here yesterday.
2) he has to take his cell phone and keep it ON.
3) they'll need some small plastic bottles to put them in.
4) they have to be back in 45 minutes and call me when they are headed back so I know.
NO problem. CJ likes to take Noah on little adventures in our neighborhood and I trust him because he uses his head and he always follows my rules.
about 25 minutes later, Chelleni's dad comes knocking on my door. He says, call CJ's cell phone, they were supposed to be back in 15 minutes and my wife is very angry.
Of course, I know that 15 minutes isn't feasible, but whatever. I call him. He says they are on their way home, but he got stuck in some mud, and then Chelleni tried to save him, and then so did Noah. And Noah lost his shoes...
So Noah is just wearing muddy socks and they are walking through a field of stickers etc.
I decide to get in the car and drive down there, Chelleni's dad starts walking. We meet up with the kids a few blocks down. Chelleni is COVERED in mud, has her shoes off because they are covered in mud and she's crying.
I had brought a shovel with me and a few plastic Walmart bags for the kid's shoes and for the end of the shovel. The boys and I drove through the field to the spot where the tadpoles were. I had to hike with Noah on my back up the hill to dig his shoes out of the mud - it was the most disgusting smelly mud on the face of this planet - I am not kidding.
What they found was this little "stink pond" next to a drainage ditch. But it had all turned to a very thick deep mud. So when they went in there to get some tadpoles, parts of the muddy section were firm, so you could step, but then parts weren't.
Anyway, good thing Noah was wearing his Crocs - I dug them out, put them in the baggie, then hosed them off when we got home and then washed them with some soap.
And, they somehow managed to catch Little T the Tadpole while trying to save themselves from the mud pit.
He's in a plastic large bowl in our sink that has mud, rocks and a some water in it.
today we think we might go try to find him some friends. and tomorrow we are going to get the 10 gallon fish tank set up so we can put crickets in there.
I don't know what you feed a Froglet - becuase Little T actually has his legs now, but part of his tail too. What do you feed him???