These Are the Days of Wonder - and Horror

So there we were, living an ultimate example of what homeschool is supposed to be all about. James and Vivi had, on their own, found a beautiful little frog, named him (her?) Lightfoot, and made the creature a habitat of sorts. Lightfoot actually seemed rather happy to inhabit it.

 
A neighbor boy joined them, and they excitedly displayed their find. Genevieve started telling him of how James loves reptiles; James replied (gently, even!) that this was in fact an amphibian, and spontaneous child-led discussion of the differences between the categories resulted. Said neighbor's mom was so entranced by all of this that she delayed sending the child to school so he could soak all of this up.

James ran in to get treats: ice pops. He proceeded to describe how he had been experimenting with various kinds of liquids since he got the ice pop kit, and what happened with each.

About this time, Lightfoot tired of his bark perch, hopped out of the bowl, and started climbing on our front door. 

Not only was this adorable, but now discussion turned to how a frog was designed to be able to do this.

So all was going swimmingly. Yup. Just about then, Lightfoot crawled further up and our eyes followed him to the top corner of the door where he decided to stay for quite a while before going sideways onto the wall (and eventually back to the bushes).

Unfortunately, with all this looking up, we saw that Lightfoot was not the first frog to traverse our door . . .

NOT Lightfoot

And it all ended in screaming.

Such is my life.