One big adventure this summer was adding some tadpoles to our family for time while they transformed into frogs. Silas and I both loved checking on them every morning, giving them a little food and watching them slowly change. It really is quite amazing!
A lady posted to one of my local Facebook groups that a tree frog had laid its eggs in her kiddie pool and she offered up tadpoles to whomever wanted to come and get them. So, Silas and I headed out there one day. She said that she was having a hard time keeping them alive inside and encouraged me to take more than I thought I wanted to account for loss. So I listened. I took a lot. A lot, a lot. We brought them home and not a single one died. Not one. This was wonderful, of course, but it also meant that I had more tadpoles than I knew what to do with. We gave away around 30 of them to friends and I still had 40 or so left.
They seemed quite content in the small aquarium that I scored at the thrift store, which we kept outside in our screened-in porch. After about two months, daily one or two would crawl out of the water and we'd set them free in the backyard. I was surprised by how tiny they were; about the size of my fingernail. I did feel very privileged to be witness to such an amazing biological process, but I have to admit, I hit my limit. As we were pushing three months, I was ready to be done with frogs and tadpoles. So, we scooped up the last 20 into a jar and sent them with Steve to dump in a small pond by his work where I'm sure they are very happy indeed.