As I have mentioned, almost every night I toss meal worms to my assorted frogs in the goldfish pond. Some land on the lily pads and the others fall in the water to awaiting goldfish.
Nancy, however, goes one better. She hand feeds a certain frog that perches up on the stones. He’s a little fellow, a leopard frog, and cute as a button. For kicks, one afternoon, I challenged Nancy to put a meal worm in front of the frog on the rock without making him jump, since there was little or no chance that I could toss one to that position. She did – placed the wiggling critter about an inch from the frog’s nose and he nailed it. Almost snatched it out of her hand. Since then the little moocher expects his meal worm meals to come that way. It’s like Grub Hub for frogs.
Who knew?