Today, as a bribe, Addie was promised a treat if she agreed to a haircut. She agreed and chose, believe it or not, tadpoles. Unless you have shopped for tadpoles lately, they are apparently rather exclusive- only sold at the most high-end amphibian boutiques in places other than Abilene. The pet shops were no help. Then I had an idea and we called a bait shop.
"Yeah, we got 'em," said a voice that even over the phone was obviously not encumbered by teeth getting in the way.
Addie and I walked in, immediately looking out of place among the typical bait shop patrons, and asked for the tadpoles. A man took us to a tank and reached in with a net and proceeded to take out five of the biggest tadpoles I had ever seen. I was convinced that they were yesterday's catch o' the day and they were playing a trick on the city slicker until I saw tiny legs in formation on a few of them. Although they were large enough to steal my truck, I decided their legs would need another day or two to operate the pedals so I took a chance. The guy told me what to feed them (surprisingly not chicken fried steak) and sent us on our way. The little home Addie had chosen for them looked more than a tad (rimshot) too small and we dug up a large aquarium instead. I have already told the kids that as soon as one croaks (the out loud kind of croak) they will be heading to:
1) a wilderness release at the ranch or whatever body of water is nearby the home of someone who made me mad. Apparently bullfrogs can be quite loud.
2) a game of real-life Frogger on the Winter's Freeway.
3) a high school biology class.
4) a French restaurant.
5) a princess convention.
If you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it. But I don't plan for them to be here very long, so get hoppin'.