Polli and Wog have gone off to be frogs. Wog was the first to go. Here is a video of him with full legs trying to escape from the fountain. He was about the size of a nickel. He knew freedom was over that wall. We never saw him after this night. Good luck Wog!
Polli hung around for another week. She was very elusive and I did not have many photos of her. I saw her one last time, her tail almost gone, clearly developed legs, much smaller, maybe the size of a dime. She looked up at me, the God who peered down at her once a day, and she told herself, that God scares me. I need to go now. I never saw her again. Good luck Polli!
This was a fascinating experiment, to watch them go from eggs to frogs, feeding them organic spinach and suffering from the cloud of mosquitos that also shared the water. It was just a happy accident. I wish I could do it again. Who knows. Maybe next year one of them will come back and lay eggs in the fountain again.