Getting Rid Of The Children's Pets, One Lonely Creature At A Time (The Video)
Theo, age 8, spent the summer collecting frogs and tadpoles from a nearby creek. With the help of his friend Ethan, who is 9 and can answer any and all questions on amphibians, Theo learned to distinguish leopard frogs from tree frogs, and studied their development daily on our back deck. Theo was so enamored with the whole operation that he wanted to purchase some more exotic strains. We visited a Pets Mart and hovered near a tank until a saleswoman came by. The right saleswoman, I should say; with disheveled hair and wire-frame glasses favoring one ear, this woman was all about the frogs. She hunched forward as if to let out a call that might travel the road back to our creek. My main concern was the amount of upkeep these $30 pets would require. "What do these frogs need, because our frogs from the creek...," I started to say, and immediately realized I had violated a sacred rule: removing the animal from its natural habitat. I tried to play it off. So did she--at first.
Oh my, 19. That's big.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fantastic picture. Post more! Oh, and congrats! You deserve a party of epic proportions, and I hope you get one. :)
ReplyDeleteOMG. The hat.
ReplyDeleteHolyhoke: You makin' fun of my hat? I'll have you know it went perfectly with my Victorian-style dress, and balanced out the bustle, to boot. Okay, maybe it was a bit much.
ReplyDeleteLisa: As you know, they didn't make digital photos back in 'em days, so it was a bit hard to post even this one!
Amy: Big is right! And don't forget old: that's kinda what this makes us.
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ReplyDeletehappy happy 19th! love the pic! :D
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