My husband has been bringing home rescued frogs from the plant where he works for several weeks now. He brings them home in a little plastic jar, and then my son obsesses over where to put them. In, out, in, out. In the jar. Outside in a habitat he's built. In a puddle that the rain water has made. At one point, I'm pretty sure the frog was being water-boarded. Jackson was filling the jar with water and then dumping it out "to cool the frog off". Oh, my. Please no more frogs. My heart can't take it!
