Posted Mar 09, 2014
My aunt has always been a collector of animals, so when I was in middle school she brought me a pair of White's tree frogs. I've always been fascinated by reptiles and amphibians, especially frogs, so I was thrilled by these new pets. For the first few months, I was captivated by them, having never had the opportunity to observe and handle such beautiful creatures.
However, preteen me quickly outgrew the novelty of having my own frogs, and the reality set in. I was still young and very squeamish about dead bugs, so I didn't feed them (thankfully, I had a very considerate mother who attended to their nutritional needs). Their cage stank, and cleaning it was a gross chore. Although they never bit and were very good about being touched, it was still difficult to handle them. First, they would frequently try to leap off my hands, sometimes onto their cage, sometimes onto another person, and sometimes onto the floor. Getting them out was nerve-wracking, for fear that they would injure themselves. Secondly, every time we would hold them, one would inevitably urinate on us. The fun of owning my own frogs quickly turned into a gross, stress-inducing chore.
After a very few years of owning the frogs, I sold them to a local pet store. I felt guilty about it, but I wasn't giving them the care they needed, and it was unfair to the frogs and to my mother to be so neglectful. I still love frogs, but I love them as they should be: outdoors, in the wild. Not an animal I would recommend for any but very dedicated exotic animal enthusiasts, and CERTAINLY not for anyone too young to own their own apartment.