As I said yesterday raising the frogs has been fun. I have a funny stories. For three days we kept hearing croaking in the backyard. So I decided I was done hearing croaking without seeing the actual croaker! My parents said, "You'll never catch one". I decided to prove them wrong. So I took a brownie pan and went on the Hunt! I walked around the pool and looked closely and saw a frog sitting on a water gun. Then I decide to grab the handle of the water gun and plop the frog into the brownie pan. I grabbed a bag and covered it. I ran into the house screaming, "I got one!! ". Then I came into the living room and set the pan down. My father and I were talking about how we would get this frog out of the pan. Suddenly my father say, "Uhh!!! Alyssa the frog is not in the pan. It's sitting next to you on the floor starring at me!" I screamed very loudly because I was so scared of this little fat frog. The frog jumped across the living room and my father grabbed the frog. She instantly played dead. I thought she was the cutest animal I've ever seen!! Then I ran into the laundry room and grabbed an old small carnival fish tank. I ran back outside and got grass and put her inside. I named her Bonita because I had been watching the show Orangutan Island the week before and loved one of the orangutan names. We named her Bonnie for short.
Below are pictures of Bonnie on the first night in the Merenkov house.
Bonnie, terrified in my Mom's hands.




