“Oh, hello! I didn’t see you there! How are you doing?”
“No, not much new here. I’m still just swimming around here in the grunge of Team Stimey’s Dagobah tadpole habitat.
“Oh, there is one thing.
“I did grow this awesome, entirely new APPENDAGE!”
So, yeah, I am entirely freaked out by this new development. The tadpoles have been getting bigger and lumpier and more froggy looking what with their buggy eyes and ugly visages, but I wasn’t really emotionally prepared for the actual metamorphosis from tadpole to frog.
Here’s how the discovery went down: I was watching the tadpoles today, as I am wont to do, when I noticed that one of them appeared to be pooping. I was about to call my kids to watch the pooping (Yeah, I know. My family is ridiculous. And gross.) when I realized that the tadpole wasn’t actually pooping, but instead had actually developed tiny little hind legs.
Well, either that, or his poop had feet, but that seemed unlikely.
My mind is completely boggled. I’ve known this has been coming, but I have to tell you, I’m a little skeeved out by it. And I kinda wonder what the tadpole thinks about it. Is he all, “What the hell are these?! Get ’em the fuck offa me!”
Or is he all, “Hey, Loser Tadpole, what up? I have legs. I’m going to go up top and meet Yoda soon. Check you later!”
I am fascinated and more than a little horrified to be watching this whole thing. I mean, c’mon, how often do you get to see something grow a limb?
My kids remain largely and steadfastly unimpressed. When I showed the new and improved frogpole to my kids, Quinn didn’t bother to look, Jack was momentarily pleased, and Sam said, “Tell me when he grows arms.”
In all honesty, a pooping tadpole may have been more interesting to them.
* Note: I know the little tank looks disgusting, but I swear I cleaned it like, two days ago. Please don’t report me to Tadpole Protective Services. At least until I get to see this thing through to the end.