Frosty Farewell

You may recall Frosty the Frog, rescued from the shallow tomb of our frozen goldfish pond and lovingly rescusitated by the three small humans. Well, Frosty spent all winter basking in the glow of the woodstove and entertaining children with his acrobatic ingestions of store-bought crickets. Frosty filled out, harrassing the red eft denizens of his terrarium home. He must have figured he was in frog heaven.

But all good things come to an end. And so, with heavy hearts (not so heavy) we trotted the frog and his amphibious companions down to the frog pond (More a "frog puddle") at the edge of the woods.

Good bye, Frosty, may all your crickets be wild ones.