A Mr. Grimshaw update for those who remember when he was a brown blob resentfully growing legs. He has grown into a strapping bullfrog with a yen for privacy and a look of contempt for his human keepers. He never did figure out that the many little fish in his tank are edible (very Dory "fish are friends, not food"). However he does seem to enjoy his crickets which keep escaping and are all over the house (speaking as one who was under her desk yesterday with flashlight, tissue, and a sense of trepidation as I followed the elusive and greatly annoying chirrups).
The daughter says he is going to get much larger. Much larger?
What's rather lovely is that he is not altogether "right" as one of his feet are not good. Which makes me feel good that he was rescued by us (found at bottom of large goldfish delivery bag at a petstore) as he would not fare well in the wild or with other critters...still, he does not care for us. Ah, well. We live but to serve.
