Cats & Dogs & Dogs & Frogs

Earlier this week my friend Sean Bonner tweeted the need to find a new home for a trio of tree frogs for whom he and his wife Tara had been caring. Turns out the tiny things can be disproportionately noisy for their size, and Sean was having a hard time focusing on the management of his global network of internet domination, much less trying to enjoy delicious coffees while sounding business-legit what with a whole lot of croaking going on in the background of their Venice apartment.

So on impulse I tweeted back saying I’ll take ’em and that night I asked Susan “Howsabout some treefrogs?” Initially she was all “Huh? Treefrogs?” But then as the week progressed she got even more excited than I was and on Saturday Sean and Tara arrived with said three amphibious vehicles and some crickets (which they eat), along with a bag o’ rocks and a vivarium riparium terrarium aquarium solarium within which to contain the critters.

Due to the potential noise factor, Susan and I set ’em up outside on the backyard patio. But on Sunday we were forced to relocate them indoors  for a couple reasons. First, they were pretty quiet across the evening, with only a couple brief vocalization demonstrations. That will undoubtedly change, but for now they’re indoors because of the second reason: It’s much easier to catch one in an enclosed space rather than in the great outdoors. This we learned the hard way after we fed them some crickets and then I idfrogiotically decided I wanted to hold one and it understandably wasn’t really in the mood to be held.  Promptly jumping from my hands it then hopped through the fence into the neighbor’s yard forcing me to trespass in panic onto their property where it leaped away from several of my  attempts to apprehend it until ultimately and much to my relief I corralled it and was spared having to report back to Sean and Tara that, uhhhhh… I accidentally introduced a European treefrog to the wilds of Silver Lake south of Sunset Boulevard. Whew!

So inside they came to their new place by the window next to the stairs, where we pretty much left them alone and except for a couple episodes they were very quiet the rest of the day and night, and where I learned they’re pretty tough to properly photograph (click for marginal biggification).

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Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."