RIP Ribbit

Today I noted that the tadpole was upside down. This, and his/her corresponding lack of movement, led us to the sad conclusion that Ribbit had left this life. Ben wrote a eulogy and requested that we wait until his dad came home to give Ribbit a burial at sea (i.e. our city's sewer system). Ben did conclude at dinner that he felt pretty certain that tadpoles did not go to heaven; he's less sure about dogs.

Ribbit was guaranteed to metamorphosis. So his replacement will be arriving a little later. We are hopeful that we will get to see the whole thing through.