Posted Jun 20, 2015
The year I was told "no more animals!" (HA) was the year I got two Fire Bellies. The one I handled the most was Hercules, named after his amazing ability to push open his tank lid no matter what we put on top of it short of a couple of bricks! Fill peanut butter jar? No problem! Freedom ahoy! (Pegasus was more inclined to climb to the top of the tank and leap...to where, I don't know.)
These fellows are very easy to take care of; just stick them in a tank with a place to hide in front of sunny window, have a pebble slope for them to go in and out of water (does not have to be deep, they're not much for submerging as much as chilling out in the shallows), and stick a few crickets in every day or two! We cleaned the tank once a month, which was a pain only due to the numerous pebbles that added a lot of weight. Eventually I added water plants that helped keep it a bit cleaner and the toads loved to sit in them. :)
They did not bite, they did not pee on me, they rarely croaked (though I think the sound they made was too squeaky to be considered a real croak), pretty to look at - nice pets! They went on to pass of old age, which we slowly saw coming as they began to eat less and move less...I'm not sure how long they normally live, but they were with me for about four years and came to me as adults.