And Then There Were Twenty-Six

Twenty-six pets, that is.  Bad news here at my abode.  Do you remember the test tube tadpole that arrived in the mail?  He died.  I found him floating upside down in his habitat today.

My poor son was devasted.  He shed quite a few tears over that little guy.

"Can we get another tadpole from Grandpa's pond when we go to visit him?" he asked.

"Buddy, I don't think we'll be transporting a tadpole four hours in the car.  I think we'll just leave that tadpole at Grandpa's house."

He wasn't very happy. 

Poor kid.  In the last couple of days, he lost a frog and a tadpole.  I hope the hermit crabs don't get any ideas!