The frogs came with a years supply of foul-smelling little froggy pellets and instructions to drop four pellets into the water every Wednesday and Sunday. Simple, right? At first it was. We followed the instructions and I didn't give much thought to the two little frogs. A couple months later my husband pointed out that Obi Wan was growing to gargantuan proportions and would attack Luke by the leg and pull him down to the bottom of the tank every time there was a food drop. Child #2 wanted to change Obi Wan's name to "Dark Vader", as he calls him, in honor of the frogs evolving relationship.
I realized that more than a name change was needed. Luke was starving to death. It seemed as though Obi-Wan the frog was trying to give us the message of his better known counterpart and say, "This little one's not worth the effort." Fortunately for froggy Luke, froggy Obi Wan is not very skilled with his use of the Force. It was clear to me that some effort was needed because no one, not even a frog, is going to starve to death in my house.
|They look deceptively peaceful|
After months of feeding duty I've figured out a system. I drop the pellets in and gently blow on them until they are directly over Luke's head. Then I wait until he notices. About thirty percent of the time he gets the pellet. The rest of the time it takes two or ten more tries. The only good news I have to report about Obi Wan and Luke is it's clear they are both males. I am, nothing, if not thankful there will be no froggy baby additions to this corner of the Galaxy.