Pickle

So Kim's story about the lizards inspired me to tell my story involving reptiles. As some of you may know I have been "raising" a tadpole named Pickle (he lived in a pickle jar, and I'm sorry Joren, I know this was your name too). I caught him on one of our walks down to the Virgin River. It was really cool to watch him grow legs, "arms", and (well I actually didnt see him actually turn into a froggy cuz we were rafting). HE WAS ADORABLE!!
So I started researching to see what kind he was. After finding the species that are found in the Virgin and looking I decided he was probably a pacific tree frog, because he was getting pretty green. He was about the size of a dime (legs and everything!). Well I got feeling guilty about keeping him and we went to set him free, but he just sat there on my hand looking like "You're joking, right?" and so I kept him. So two days later I decided I had to this time. He wasnt eating the food and too small for crickets. So we set him free Saturday night. Again, he looked at me like he loved me (I've been driven crazy with lonliness I guess since i'm buds with a frog). So he got in the water, swam, and came back to us. I REALLY wanted to keep him but I think he'll do better in the wild. Plus, I am pretty sure I was right cuz we saw a bunch of little red-spotted leopard frogs ( I recognized them from my research) down there. What are the odds that the pollywog I caught was the rare one???