Bubba is a good eater. She isn't very aggressive about anything, but she's usually not fussy and eating goes very smoothly.
The way we feed her has evolved over time. At this point, we take her out at night, only when she is sitting completely out on top of the soil, put her in a specific tupperware container, the same one every time, put a worm in with her and put the lid on. It has air holes. She basically feeds by the cage fighting method now, but luckily for Bubba, worms are no match for her.
She really seems to love feeding time, and enjoys being able to hunt. Worms can be replaced with many different foods, Bubba doesn't care, she's the Ultimate Frog Champion, and so far, undefeated by worms and crickets alike. A new challenger, fuzzy mouse, looks to have no better chance.
Seriously, though, this is a good method. Bubba is very happy being able to hunt on her own. She hunts like a sniper, being perfectly still, using her vision to line up a shot perfectly, sometimes taking a few minutes, and then blam! She almost ALWAYS gets the food on the first strike. Sometimes even swallowing a coiled up worm in a single gulp with no lip contact whatsoever. The thrill of being able to hunt it for herself seems to make Bubba happy, and the small size of the container ensures her food can't tire her out by running her around the cage.
However, recently, her usually perfectly timed soiltop sittings stopped. We never dig her up on her own, but I waited days and days, 2, 3, 5, and I started getting worried! I checked the cage settings, and things were normal, just maybe a bit hot.
It turns out, the soil was much less moist than I thought, and by the time I realized how dry it was, Bubba was completely buried, beginning her preparations to estivate! And who could blame her? I had failed at the most important part of all of froggery: NEVER LET THE LITTLE SLIMEBALL DRY OUT!
We moistened the soil up again properly, gave Bubba a warm bath in declorinated water, with a couple drops of honey, for about 20 minutes. We put her back, closed up shop, and waited. This morning, like clockwork, she was back to her old self, on top of the soil, begging for scraps like a bad puppy. I gave her the four worms she had left and she still wanted more. She will eat liike a Queen tonight. I am gonna bring her some tasty stuff to go with the calcium she needs (and hates.)
So, if your frog isn't eating, ask yourself the following: DEAR GOD, DID I LET THE LITTLE SLIMEBALL DRY OUT?