After managing to keep them alive for weeks (no mean feat, in my opinion) and getting them to the point where they were actually growing legs (!!!), all of our tadpoles have unfortunately shuffled off this mortal coil.
We had managed to trap just four tadpoles and release the rest back into the pond. And then I had gotten them all cozy in an old aquarium, complete with a rock for when they wanted to start exploring top side. And then they up and died on me.
Yes, the water had gotten a little scummy in the aquarium and yes, I probably should have changed it when I thought about it, rather than planning on waiting until my day off two days hence. They’re pond dwellers, for crying out loud. They should have loved the scum!
But no. Apparently the lack of oxygen or the overwhelming funk from decomposing spinach in their water overpowered them.
Luckily, the Littlest Brewster wasn’t upset in the slightest to have lost all of her tadpoles in one fell swoop. This could have been due to the fact that we had found a new creature to
torture smother with love on our way home from school.
We did only keep the turtle for an hour or so before taking him down to the pond and setting him free. I didn’t know turtles could actually move that fast but when he saw the water, he was off like a shot. He was probably scared that LB would pet him some more or BIT would try to eat him, again, if he lingered too long.
I don’t actually know if we’ll attempt the tadpole experiment again next spring. Jessie read something that said the life cycle of a frog is up to two years and the thought of having to tend those little guys for that long makes it markedly less appealing.
I think we may be more a fuzzy mammal sort of a family. Like a nice dog or guinea pig. At least then you can get some cuddles out of the deal, you know?