Twenty-six pets, that is. Bad news here at my abode. Do you remember the test tube tadpole that arrived in the mail? He died. I found him floating upside down in his habitat today.
My poor son was devasted. He shed quite a few tears over that little guy.
"Can we get another tadpole from Grandpa's pond when we go to visit him?" he asked.
"Buddy, I don't think we'll be transporting a tadpole four hours in the car. I think we'll just leave that tadpole at Grandpa's house."
He wasn't very happy.
Poor kid. In the last couple of days, he lost a frog and a tadpole. I hope the hermit crabs don't get any ideas!