So....Matt (Melas), Alex (Occidentalis) and I are attending the
prestigious Pet n' Reptile show in cosmopolitan Reading Pennsyltucky for about 5 hours.
I know, I know....how did we only spend a mere 5 hours at a reptile show you are undoubtably asking? Well, after seeing the 25 lb flemmish welsh meat / fluff / pet rabbit (worlds largest feeder rabbit to us), Matt was frustrated that he couldn't take it home to his albino burm, so we left.
Here's where it gets weird, hard to believe, an' all X files and stuff....
We all arrive at my house and retire to the basement frog room. Alex came all the way from Michigan to view my collection and I did not wish to dissapoint! As we are sitting on the couch and I am begining the "tour" with my laser pointer - extolling the virtues of a modifiyed ultrasonic humidifyer and a double layered Brom canopy, my attention fell upon my Cauchero vivarium, containing my excellently producing group of 1.2 frogs and 2 froglets. As SOON as I said "and this is one of the viv's that I am most proud of" or something similarly humble, I noticed that the front half of the glass hinge lid was WIDE OPEN ! I quickly deduced that it had to have been left open since 9 am or just before Matt and I left for the show.
The 3 adult pumilio and 2 froglets had a half open top for over 7 hours!
Later that night, after staying up till midnight with my princeton headlamp on, making sure that every inch of leaf, branch, brom and panamanian ficus was checked, I found EVERY SINGLE FROG inside the viv.
The end.
Wait....Is there more? A moral perhaps? A joke (you know me by now) ? Something more????
I'll leave you with this, for you to judge. All the Pumilio were F1 to F2 frogs (Captive born, second generation). I've had at least 6 Wild Caught Pumilio either find cracks or otherwise quickly sneak out of an enclosure if I even turned my back for a second, it seemed. Were the frogs so well suited to captive conditions that they had no inclination to search for escape? The one female was found near the brom in the top left corner where she always hangs out - INCHES away from the OPEN top when we discovered it. One tiny jump would have been all it took for her to go over the edge and yet she stayed inside the viv.
My horrible mistake......
OUR collective learning experience. Submitted for your perusal. Make of it what you will....