Toads are the subject of fascination for a boy child lately.
We went to the Pinery yesterday for lunch and a bit of a walk about. At lunch we sat near a pit in the ground. It had several young toads in it. the lad caught six in total. one escaped due to my ineptitude. Two were released for being too big.
The remaining three were put into a larger bottle and carried with us on our walk.
Somehow on out trip home the bottle got on a tilt or lay flat and two of the three escaped. We recaptured one of them.
Those two discovered the "joys" of a new home. :)
hard at work setting things up
The end result.
One relatively content toad.
Tonight they were joined by one much bigger toad captured on a "toad" walk with gramma. Tomorrow morning the lad will totally reorganize the aquarium, but as long the toads are healthy it's all good. Boys are meant to play with small critters aren't they?
These tears I hate: Tears when a boy learns something in a very hard way.
Since these toads are tiny I put a little apple cider vinegar in a container to attract fruit flies. The flies came, the little toads were happy. The lad thought GREAT! I'll dip the toad in the vinegar to help bring flies right to the toad. We then all learned that toads plus apple cider vinegar equals a very quickly dead toad (so dead his tongue came out). Many tears from my soft-hearted son. Much sadness from his mommy at this hard lesson to learn...hard for all. We don't want to kill the toads...we want to learn from them and see what works to keep them healthy and happy.
