Saturday, April 17, 2010

Our diemma

I'm not an animal person. Growing up I loved our cat, and my bird, Kitty (who obviously predated the much-pleaded-for feline) but now that I'm the one principally responsible for all matters of nutrition and hygiene, pets aren't quite so appealing. We recently waved an unceremonious good-bye to Tinkerbell Boy, the beta fish who occupied a bowl on our kitchen counter for the past year. We're also fostering the cockatiel we were sure my mom wanted for Christmas last year. The cage is beautiful and the bird is sweet, so we don't mind taking care of him until she decides she wants him back. But above is a photo of our dilemma.

His name is Jiminy Frog (though we're pretty sure he's a toad). Alyssa and Parker brought him home from a camping trip with their grandparents last summer. I didn't have the heart to make them say good-bye right away, but I wasn't exactly prepared for how long he would be staying. By the time we realized the aphids from our garden weren't going to prevent him from starving to death, it was wintertime. I don't know a lot about toads, but I feared that sending him outdoors in inclement weather might be an immediate death sentence. So stay he did. And I started making weekly trips to the pet store to purchase live crickets. Now this non-animal-lover was left to care for a fish, a bird, a toad, and varying numbers of insects (albeit briefly!). As the weather has improved, my desire to see Jiminy fend for himself has increased. Yesterday we decided to give him a little test run outside to see how well he could still hop, or ideally, hunt. He wasn't too sure what to think of his new found freedom, and his hops were a little more tentative than I would have hoped for. Sadly, I think that something might be wrong with his front legs. They just don't seem to fold up the way they should. So, dear readers, this is where you come in. There has to be at least one animal lover or two out there among you. What should I do with this silly toad? Is it more compassionate to release him, or to continue with the hand-delivered insects? Mr. Google says he could live up to 9 years! Am I really in for another 468 weeks of cricket deliveries? Please help!

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's a frog. Walk to the back of your lot, drop him gently over the fence and wave goodbye. Uncle Brian can do it if everyone else is a little emotional.

Anonymous said...

That sounds like sage advice from uncle Brian. Or--you could give it to cousin Harper for her first birthday next Tuesday!! Love, mom

Anonymous said...

Sounds like sage advice from Uncle Brian. Or--you could give it to cousin Harper for her first birthday next Tuesday!! Love, Mom

Heather said...

I vote for giving it to the cousin for a 'gift'! Put it in a pretty pink aquarium & there you go!

Leigh said...

I can't help but chuckle. Having a ten-year old boy, I've feared I'd end up in the exact same situation. That's why I NEVER let a "caught" kritter say more than 2 hours...and that's only for observation.

Can't believe you've actually gon and purchased food for him!! LOL. You are Super Mom, but alas, 'tis time for Uncle Brian to take over!

Rebekah said...

Wow, you've already shown more compassion than I would have, and I love some animals. I love my dog, for instance. Frog/toads are a whole other story. I have a frog phobia, I think. There's no way it would have survived even the thought of staying at my house. I get the willies whenever I read about the plague of frogs in Exodus. You REALLY love your kids something fierce to do what you've done so far - my hat's off to you!!

I think Uncle Brian's advice is wise.

By the Brook said...

What are uncle Danny's thoughts? "Poor froggy"...is what my kiddos would say.