lindsayshocking

Hi, my name is Lindsay, and I am a spadefootaholic.

I am sure you've probably figured that much out about me if you've ever as much as looked at my profile picture or looking at anything I ever posted. In the real world, I happily discuss them all the time. I am working on getting into grad school so I can work with spadefoots, and of COURSE my thesis project will be on spadefoots. My undergrad thesis was on spadefoots. It's one of the first things I ever mention, and I even have gone so far as to tattoo a spade on my foot to become a spadefoot myself.

I think you get the gist.

So, in order to make sure my spadefoots remain healthy and happy, I frequent the local pet store frequently. We get to talking, so they know that I keep a lot of frogs, mostly spadefoots. I went to the pet store today to get my food, and the co-owner told me he had something for me.

My interest was piqued. What could he have? I assumed some tree frogs, or possibly a pacman. Frogs that are more common in the pet trade. As the keeper cup emerges, he sifts through the moss and eventually removes it to show me what is inside.

Two Eastern Spadefoots. Spadefoots. SPADEFOOTS! I may or may not have squealed out loud. Spadefoots! He had ordered me spadefoots, knowing how much I loved them. My heart skipped a beat, and he was even willing to cut me a good deal, so I paid for my spadefoots and supplies and left.

As soon as I got their home set up, they burrowed within seconds and have yet to surface. I am not going to stress them out tonight, but as soon as I can, I will share pictures of them with you guys.

But everyone--EVERYONE--knows me for my spadefoots, and I am okay with that.