lover-boy

I was reading a friend's blog, and she posted some photos of her kid's pet lizards. My first thought was "whoa, she allows lizards in her home?"

And then I remembered a little something from my college days, that had long since been forgotten. A completely buried memory.

When I was at APU, I somehow became the sole guardian of a certain fire-belly frog.

I named him Lover-Boy. He was pretty shnazy, with his bright orange belly.
I think I got him from my sister's friend, Angela?? How can I not remember such crucial things as to who gave me my first frog??? I think all of my real-life memories somehow got knocked out of my brain while I was trying to memorize the Kreb-Cycle and the Electron Transport Chain...

It wasn't until I read a blog, of all things, that my memory was triggered. And though I was a bit squeamish touching Lover-Boy, I gave him a very good home. I faithfully scoured the college campus every other day, with my little jar, searching for live crickets to feed him with. I got some VERY ODD looks and comments when fellow students asked "pray-tell, what on earth are you doing scaling that tree with a jar in your hand?"

And on a rare occasion, when I had access to a car, I would go to the pet store and buy a bunch of crickets. At the time, I thought NOTHING OF IT, storing a bag of live crickets in my dorm room, while my poor roommates shook in terror at all the chirping.

And eventually, when I could no longer care for Lover-Boy, I think I gave him to Jessica's old boyfriend(once again, very sketchy memory here).

How things have changed since then. I used to hunt for crickets for a pet frog, but now run for the hills at the mere mention of getting the boys a pet dog(you know, a normal person's pet). 

So boys, if you read this when you are older, please forgive your mama. She really was more adventurous, once upon a time.

 As much as I love dogs, I just cannot handle the thought of being responsible for one more creature that poops.