I used to keep pet rats, and at some point I decided to breed them. A litter of baby rats is usually between five and fifteen babies. They start out tiny and pink, and by the time they are a few weeks old they have fur and start opening their eyes. When they are little like this they are very tame, inquisitive, and friendly. I found homes for them all.
This led to endless variety of cute baby rat photos like the ones shown here. They like to cuddle and form little piles, so it was easy to take multiple photos of the same group of animals. Posted in response to the weekly photo challenge Variation on a Theme.
The key to naps is to get everyone in a pile.
There is more than one configuration of the nap pile
Time to sniff the butts!
Time for another nap. Naps are important.
Smuckles’ Garden Camping Adventures is the story of several slug and snail friends who decide to go camping together. The story starts out with lots of laughs but pretty soon something scary happens! Follow the adventures of Smuckles the Slug and pals as they encounter spooky stuff on their camping trip. Get the book on Amazon in paperback or Kindle format. Learn about the hilarious gang on Monsters.net.
Sherman’s Amazing Garden is all about Sherman. It’s really funny, there are loads of colorful illustrations, and there’s a surprise at the end. You can get the book at Amazon in paperback or Kindle format. Learn about the hilarious gang on Monsters.net.
His name was Jabba the Hutt due to his corpulence. He barked like a dog, blew up his chin with air, and ate live crickets. When he wasn’t eating, he sat very still so that he was very easy to photograph. I had him for ten years until his eyes started to fade and he had a harder time catching crickets. He is shown here in the prime of his life, sitting on a painting. He changed colors to match whatever his surroundings were, more or less. He could muster several shades of brown and blue-green.
When I first got him home and he started barking, I thought there was an actual dog either right outside my window or somehow, disturbingly, inside my apartment. It was a big enough place that this was almost plausible, until I realized it was the frog.
His method for catching crickets was to look about two inches into the space in front of him. If there was a cricket there he’d pounce with his mouth open, landing such that cricket was instantly in his mouth. Efficient!
He was tons of fun. I still miss him.
Posted in response to weekly photo challenge Fun!
Here is a wee box that I put out in the snow! We had a huge blizzard a few days ago so I took a bunch of snow photography. I think it will be fun to take a series of photos of things in snow.
This frog’s name is Lazarus
I used to keep pet frogs. Lazarus was a green tree frog, who lived in a tropical environment in a little tank. He escaped from the tank one summer, a very dry season, I thought he was DEAD. Then three months later I found him moist and happy on top of and outside the tank. Alive and kicking!
Sometimes grand things come in small packages.
This was my pet frog Jabba the Hutt. I kept him for about ten years. He was a fine fellow. He sometimes barked, puffing up his throaty area, and sounded just like a giant dog. He ate a rich diet of live crickets. He enjoyed a tropical, humid climate and fast-growing live plants. He was often hard to find among the plants in his tank because he changed colors from dark brown to light green.