So it turns out that the diving frog I bought to be a companion to Jean Loup-Garou was a girl after all; this week I saw them doing the Wheelbarrow of Love position, and shortly thereafter the little peppercorns emerged on the water's surface.
I've scooped them up and put them in a container, and have a jar of nasty water set aside to breed some little protozoa for them to eat... So we'll see. Wee bought me this cool microscope to check them out with, and I'm eager to do so - but I've misplaced the disks for the software that I need to run it. Damn it all! Gotta find that this weekend. You know, before I manage to kill the wee froglets...
In my June 10 entry about Reagan and Ray Charles passing away, I wondered who the third famous death would be... Well, wondering no longer...
RIP, Godfather. You poor, crazy bastard.
Oddly, a news station in Phoenix was the first to pick up the story, hours before any of the major news carriers posted it. Fark was right on top of it, too - go Farkers!