Little brown spot - to the right of the grey rock, right above the right-most yellow fake-flower sitting in the crevice between that grey rock and the tan plateau. There is a little brown frog. Our black tadpole has fully transformed.
But for the last 2 days we could not find him. We had concluded that Garrett must have let him out. Even though he insisted he did not.......
Who knows where he was hiding - but he is aliving and was trapped in the cage.
Until the rain stopped. And we let little froggie (who could jump like crazy) out to grow on his own in the big puddle in our back yard. Bye-Bye froggie :-)
