Junior lost the tadpoles that were living in the garage. A raccoon ate them. Left the bucket behind, though. Because it had gotten so hot, I thought that the tadpoles needed a refreshing breath of air and moved them onto the driveway for a while. My bad.
Some neighbors very kindly let Junior catch tadpoles at their pond when he's with his dad or me, so we trooped off this morning to replenish the stock. The pond sparkled with life—or maybe it was tadpoles taking their last breaths. Thousands of little fish have hatched in the week or so since we've been there—and fish are frogs' mortal enemies as we read in Frog Heaven (reviewed here).
In the shallows under a little bridge Junior spotted a prehistoric thing that looked like a cross between a snake and a catfish. I'm pretty sure it was an American Eel. Junior tried to catch it three times, but it escaped. I don't know what I would have done if he had caught it. Let it spend the night in the bucket then banish it forever back to the pond? If catfish skank you out, try looking at an eel. Worse, I promise.
Junior is reading a lot on his own these days, mostly Calvin & Hobbes, but he's also fond of these picture-book read-alouds: Douglas Florian's Comets, Stars, the Moon, and Mars: Space Poems and Paintings; Jeremy Tankard's Grumpy Bird, reviewed at Seven Impossible Things, and Susan Meddaugh's Hog-Eye, recommended by one of our librarian buddies. Hog-Eye is about a little pig who puts a big spell on a wolf. Goldilocks meets the Three Pigs.
So, there's nature, eel wrestling, and books here, with day camp in the afternoons. That's the news from
Lake Pond Woebegon today.