Squirt

It's official. Squirt, the tree frog, kicked the bucket and is buried in the flower bed somewhere.

The young Miss Rellim had been caring for him for over a year, spraying him with warm water and feeding him one live cricket each day (or so we thought).

After the burial, she said, "I just don't know how it happened. I fed him about eight crickets five days ago and he looked fine then . . ."

Aha . . .