Tiny Frogs

I'm at Louise's house in Greely, ON. It's summer and I'm there for a few days over night. There is a big abandoned quarry beside her family's home. It's a bright, sunny day and we find tiny frogs in the quarry, which we put in some kind of container and take home. The frogs are about 1/2 inch long. (They may be toads; I'm eight or nine years old and not a biology detail queen.)

The frogs are great: we've got five or six of them and their tiny size delights us. (Is that a kid thing? Prolly: kids are small in comparison to adults so they are prolly naturally drawn to minatures in other species and objects. And kids' proportions are different than adults. Kids have way bigger heads compared to the rest of their bodies than adults, for one thing, and I bet it's the same for other species.)

Anyway, we have the rad baby frogs in a container; I think it may have been a loaf baking tin.

Unfortunately, later we find our container empty. The boys next door fed them to their crayfish.