in elementary school my grandfather gave me a jar full of tadpoles. about half of them escaped and died. for weeks id find dead little half frogs with legs everywhere, but the rest became frogs. i did not want that many so i released them (i lived in the middle of a desert) and kept two which stayed with me for like 10 years. however at the end i got tired of dealing with them and they starved
Finding little dead guys all over would upset me. You really have no excuse to let two frogs starve 10 years after elementary school, you should have found a new habitat for them if you couldn't care for them anymore
Releasing them into a desert was a bad idea too depending on the type of frog
yes he picked them up at work, he worked far away near running freshwater at this time so they definitely werent long for their new world. im not sure what happened with the other two, i looked after those two like clockwork, i got them a terrarium with all kinds of fancy shit inside. i was very interested in them. and then one day i stopped cold. im not sure why i didnt at least sentence them to frog hell like before, that was pretty lazy. karma will get me one day. lets get married. maybe i was born for you to abandon me in a desert
