There's no question it was time. Pepperoni had just the tiniest bit of a tail left (even less than in this photo). I wasn't about to start getting live bugs for the little guy. Olive was well into her froglet stage, too. And we were leaving for a three week vacation in less than a week. The tadpoles had to go. We took them to Uncle Mike's house and released them into the same stream they came from. (We were a little further downstream, but we figured their brothers and sisters had probably made their ways down there by then, too.) Jeremy was sad at first, but there were only a few tears. We watched them hang out for 10 minutes or so, and then said our goodbyes. Raising bullfrog tadpoles was really fun! Despite my fears, they didn't remain tadpoles for the two years that some sources said they might. It was unbelievable how quickly the front legs appeared once they finally decided to get started. Practically overnight, the whole shape of the body changed. Some people say I liked Olive and Pepperoni even more than the kids. But those people didn't see Zachary talk to them every day and tell them he loved them! (Really, he just loved them because they couldn't lick him or bother him like Josey can, but whatever.) I hope they're doing well out in the big, big world!
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