The Beat of Her Own Drum
Of Rats and Tree Frogs

So, I went to the Outer Banks in North Carolina with my parents this past week. I forgot neglected to blog about it. We had a great time, though.

One of the more exciting points was when I found a tree frog in the hot tub at the beach house that we rented for the week.

I had never seen a tree frog in person, or at least that I recall, so I did some research. I found out that he was a Squirrel Treefrog (Hyla squirella) and was native to the southeastern regions of the US.

As you can see, he was quite adorable. I wanted so badly to keep him and even ran the idea past my husband, but then something occurred to me.

I was just trying to fill the hole that our rats left in my heart.

We used to keep rats not too long ago. When the last one passed away, we packed up the cage and I said we wouldn’t be getting any more until we had children that could enjoy them with us. They just don’t live long enough and absolutely broke my heart when each one passed.

I’m perfectly capable of caring for an amphibian, but it would have required time and money to set up a proper habitat. Why did I want that so badly? My best guess was that I was trying to replace the rats. Why wouldn’t I just get the cage back out and make room in our family for them again?

So, I got in contact with a breeder and put in an application for adoption that was accepted. Now, we wait for a litter that speaks to us. We won’t be bringing any home for a few months yet, but I am more than ready.