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I love frogs. I have some captive-bred frogs in tanks. Currently I have eight frogs. In one tank, I've got an African Pyxie male. The other tank houses two green tree frogs and five fire-bellies.
Frogs require care just like any other specimen would. The water has to be kept as carefully as water for a fish tank does. Frogs are sensitive to bacteria because their skins are semi-permeable. Each species comes with its' own temperature, light, and environmental needs. My tree frogs and fire-belly toads prefer community living. They have a semi-aquatic tank with rocky pullouts, a mini-waterfall, some vines for climbing and some other stuff. They mostly eat crickets. The tank itself is also tall so the tree frogs have adequate space for climbing and jumping around. The African bullfrog has a tank of sterile moss with a water-dish and a resting rock. He prefers to sit in his water-dish much of the time. Occasionally, he will climb out and dig out a hole to hide in.
If you [or your kids] want frogs or other sorts of amphibians or reptiles, please do your research first. Although many of the herp books are lacking, there is good info out on the web. A few places have a herp rescue or a herp club. Don't take any animals from the wild. Please buy captive-breds only and have your tank set up before you bring them home.
Here are some tags I made with pictures of a few of my frogs: As usual, if you want them, right-click to save to your computer. No hot-linking. Thanks.
By the way, if you happen to be one of those RIAA type midgets, I mean people, know that I took these photographs myself and added the captions myself. They are mine to do as I wish with them. The originals are stored on my computer. I hate what you are doing.
Copyleft forever. Sharing is not stealing.
sapphoq n friends
If you haven't been to crypto.me yet, you owe it to yourself to go check it out. Crypto is a suppositor repository of documents from various sources. Quite interesting stuff.
While poking around over there, I surfed through chat logs of a [now] known snitch and several anon members, wandered through a bunch of emails that people in professional sorts of agencies never should have written, read about various plans and visions that various American governmental agencies have for the Internet. None of it was uplifting. Much of it was frightening or depressing. And yes, Facebook really should be renamed Fedbook [in my unasked for un-humble opinion]. I've thought this for a long time now. A few documents over there illustrate my point perfectly.
sapphoq n friends say: The government is not our friend. Neither are some big name companies that are helping the creation of a modern-day espionage state.
I am privileged. These words are not easy for me to write. Even in my reluctance, I know these words to be true.
I am privileged. I was born in a hospital, I had more than enough food and clothing and shelter growing up, I had the advantage of a formal education, a roof over my head, and family.
I am privileged. When I got sick, I went to a doctor. When I was bored, I could walk to a friend's house, take a bus downtown, watch television.
I am privileged. Although I have experienced some prejudice and discrimination in my life, I have not been shot at, maimed, or killed because of the simple fact of my existence. I was able to practice the religion of my parents' choosing, write poetry, travel. No one insisted that I sit in the back of the bus. I was not considered to be an enemy of the state due to my political leanings.
A privileged upbringing usually yields a privileged adult. I am not an exception to that axiom. I am privileged. As a privileged adult, I have options. I do not always know what my options are, but I do have them. I am not living under a bridge or in a rat-infested slum. I do not have to pick through garbage in order to eat. The water that I drink does not make me sick. I have the use of a computer. I have a refrigerator, stove, sink, toilet, bed, houseplants, pets, family, friends. I have books.
Not everyone has adequate shelter, sanitary food, enough clothing. Not everyone has seen a dentist. Not everyone has access to a library, to the Internet, to a voting machine. I am elitist scum; a materialist surrounded by consumerism and the urge to acquire more, more, more. I am privileged.
How glibly I can speak of things like healing and empowerment while sitting in the stink of my privilege. I am privileged. I have not had to suffer because of an accident of birth or circumstances or geography. Kids beg on the streets-- I've seen that in Reynosa, Mexico. A family lives in a tin shack outside of Biloxi, Mississippi or in the Yucatan. A teen gets raped in a troubled teen industry facility in Utah or in Jamaica by the staff that is supposed to be helping. Someone's teeth are rotting out. Another baby dies tonight.
I am privileged. What nerve I must possess to engage in mental masturbations as if serenity and rainbows are the mark of a successful life. My self-satisfaction makes me want to vomit. To speak of healing to someone who does not have access to medical treatment is treason. To speak of empowerment to someone who will die in enslavement is unjust. Inequity is not solved by political rhetoric or clean hands. Calling myself a radical means nothing without meaningful action. If there is to be a revolution, I have to part with some of that privilege.
