I forgot to mention that my little person's tadpole committed suicide this past weekend. It was awful. We had to keep it in the little plastic clear container with a lid that just rested on top while it was a tadpole. We couldn't transfer it into the habitat until it grew all of it's legs and lost it's tail. It had back legs when it came in the mail.

So we had been feeding it and changing the water and all of that stuff without too much happening. At some point (while we were all in the room with it) on Saturday morning, it had somehow jumped around like it usually does and shifted the lid off of the top half way. Then a few minutes later it must have jumped again and it ended up out of the container and slid down the wall and onto the floor. I don't know how long it was like that before I noticed it was missing from the container, but when I found it, it was still breathing. So we put it back in and it lived for about three hours and then died. It was sad.

My babies were heartbroken. My oldest little person is now lamenting that he "just isn't a pet person". His goldfish died within a week after we got it. His sisters is still growing even after a year! Now his tadpole died shortly after he got it, and the poor thing had been waiting on it to get here since Christmas. I don't know what to tell him except that he has to realize that to have pets means that you have to accept that these things happen. He has such a hard time dealing with it :(

We were walking through Walmart today and happened to pass the pet department. He gave me a funny look and said, "Don't tell me you are thinking of getting me another pet." I wasn't thinking of it. We were just passing through that section. I felt awful.

Posted by gwendolyn on April 25, 2001 at 06:36 PM