In an alternate universe where pinching some frog eggs from a suburban pond wasn’t frowned upon, it might have been time for the resulting little froggies to be released back into the wild.
Yesterday would have been an ideal day to do it, too, with the doggies able to have a little run around with plenty of other pooches at the secret location/dog park.
If this had actually happened, I might have felt guilty about the possibility of contaminating an ecosystem with store bought duckweed and oxygen weed. I assume the amphibious critters themselves wouldn’t be harbouring any nasty pathogens? At least surely their survival rates would be better in a Kelburn fish tank than a nasty old swamp.
Would I have felt any emotions on setting free our babies if this had actually happened? Pride and hope, I guess. I don’t suppose froggy parents normally get a chance to instill much wisdom into their offspring- the eggs are just fertilized and are then left to their own devices – but I hope we would have prepared them for their future as well as if they had spent all their lives out in the wild. Hypothetically speaking.