I must not resist the temptation to tell you all about the little Cuban tree frog I met this past weekend. He was a prince! Just cup your hand, look at the little cup, and imagine a frog filling up quite well that cup with his cold green damp skin--and you've got a Cuban tree frog there. He climbed the walls, he leapt off palms, he tilted his head and looked us in the eyes, his own looking like black marbles about the size of holly berries, maybe smaller. What a darling frog he was! I only feared that he would leap and someone, not realizing frog had leapt, would squish him, but froggie had no such fear. He was dauntless and brave and leaping where'er he wished, trusting in fate and leaping where angels feared to tread (thereby squashing the frog).

They cost only $15.00, can live in a little plastic container for quite a long time, and are affectionate in their own way of tilting their little heads and looking you in your eyes with their marble own.