 This evening John went to take a bath and came running out of the bathroom and told me that one of his toads had gotten out of the tank. He needed me to go in and catch it because he couldn't reach it. I go in and get the toad. I'm thinking how in the hell did he get out of the tank. I get John to help me open his bedroom door and take the lid off the tank and notice that we still had two toads in the tank. That was how many was suppose to be in the tank. So I guess the frog we thought had been eaten by the cat or escaped was still alive and living in the house somewhere. My son was so happy. We now have two matching toads. I think the only difference is the size of the spots on there backs. Will have to investigate more in the morning. |
