Most importantly, before I talk about anything else, a frog jumped into my hair. A green tree frog, from this vivarium Charles and I took so long to make perfect, attacked me in his own home. I was leaning into the enclosure to grab something, and I felt a wet thud on top of my head. I heard Charlie walk up behind me, “Don’t move. Connor you have a frog in your hair.” I knew. It didn’t hurt the frog at all but it hurt me. Emotionally. I took a shower as soon as I got home. My hair is special to me and that frog just attacked my sense of self. Rude frog. He doesn’t even pay rent. I bet he throws eggs at his teachers’ cars. Hooligan. Now that we got that… situation out of the way this blog can continue as planned. The frogs are about 90% stomach I think. They are ravenous, and we’ve been hand feeding the cresteds to keep them well fed. Persephone accepts actual hand feeding, but Hel and Nova prefer feeder tongs to carry in their meals. The hissing cockroaches seem to be suicidal. Even though we put in more rocks into the big water dish, one tried to drown itself again. We caught this one luckily, but it makes me nervous that these roaches are so determined to drown. At least it’s a confounding variable I suppose. The fact that they have water and it’s humid enough for them shows that they did not seek out that water because they had no other option. The seeked it out because they think they can mess with our results. I’m onto them though. I know what they are planning, and I have a spy on the inside. This isn’t Nova’s first rodeo. She’s my eyes in the sky. She’s wired and reporting the roaches every movement back to me so I can plan ahead of them. I have no idea where this tangent came from whoops. Tags: #Communication #Creativity & Innovations
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