A few weeks ago the kids found some itty bitty tadpoles in "some water" - a puddle perhaps? They brought some home in a see-through plastic box. There were about 1o of them. Take note of the word were...
They were very cute. There was a rock in there ready for them for when they grew their legs. They seemed happy.
I'd periodically check on them out on the back deck. The kids would check on them too. But not as often as they should have...apparently.
The water evaporated. I told them they needed to fill it up with more water. I felt awful for those little guys! Just thinking about their last moments. Not a good thought.
At least we're not the only tadpole killers. There are more of us out there!
Therese - the optimist & animal lover - said, "Well, at least one of them might have lived. The one that went down the sink." I told her that all pipes lead to the ocean!