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The best way to spend a Friday night is to blast your favorite music loudly and to sing along. My boyfriend has a strong disdain for every type of music I like, so my time alone I genuinely treasure. As I am singing along to All Time Low, I noticed that my New Mexico Spadefoot colony (the new ones. Only two of the seven have names...Doctor Wiggles and Lumpkin, should anyone care) started croaking along. I went to peer in their cage, and noticed that a couple of the males had their throats ...
I feel like Obdulia has been mocking me as of late. Melix's death was especially hard on the both of us. He was one of the most special spadefoots out there, and his relationship with Obdulia really made me question how frogs choose their mates or furthermore, if it was possible for them to even recognize one another. They'd always burrow together, swim together, eat together and...yeah, that too. Hell, I think Obdulia and Melix had a more functional relationship than I've had with ...