My White’s Tree Frog was fat and happy

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.

White's tree frog

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Jabba was a grand pet frog

Sometimes grand things come in small packages.

My pet frog, contemplating things

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.

Extremely mossy

Another photo from the extremely mossy Olympic National Park in Washington State. I really could have spent a month in this place. So tropical! Everywhere I went it was crazy-thick ferns, moss dripping off giant trees, strange frondy things that probably only grow where it rains all the time.

I love jungles. I want to visit Costa Rica. I’ve been to Mexica, Belize, and Guatemala. Not bad. I would love to see some sloths either in the wild or in captivity. I’m not a big fan of captivity but what are you gonna do, those animals need help. Also they look like muppets. How can you not want to help an animal that looks like a muppet, and moves so slowly.

sloth