A House Without Frogs Is Not A Home
Even since the death of poor Copernicus, things just haven’t been the same at my house. Every time I’d walk into the living room, I’d automatically walk towards the frog tank to check on the frogs… and then I’d remember that there were no more frogs. And then I would have a sad. And no one wants a sad Beth!
I tried putting my stuffed frog, the aptly named Froggy1, into the tank, but it just wasn’t the same:
So, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, I now have a new fraggle of aquatic dwarf frogs!
So far, only three of the five froggies have names.
This is Copernicus the Second:
He is the tiniest little frog I’ve ever seen, but he’s very spunky. He inherits the Twitter account of his namesake, Copernicus the First (rest his little froggy soul).
And this is Apricot:
Apricot is actually quite easy to distinguish from the other frogs, as she’s not only larger, but also she’s got a more yellow skin tone, compared to the darker green of the others, and she also has much darker eyes.
This guy doesn’t have a name yet:
And neither does this one:
I’m taking suggestions, in case you have any good ideas for frog names. Speak now or forever hold your peace.
Also, Froggy has now returned to his post next to my laptop, where he belongs:
- I’ve had froggy since I was about 6 months old. I was born with a dislocated hip and part of the treatment for that involves being put into a half-body cast known as a “frog leg cast“, so when I was in the hospital, my Aunty Wendy and Uncle Harry gave me this stuffed frog, which I’ve had ever since! [↩]