Rest in Peace, Warner the White’s Tree Frog
Just as we have added to our family with the new chicks, we now must bid a fond farewell to our beloved White’s Tree Frog, Warner. We discovered this morning that he’d passed away at some point overnight after 12 years of faithful jumping,Buddha-esque contemplation, and best of all, croaking. White’s Tree Frogs live on average of 12-15 years in captivity, so we knew he was getting up and years. He started refusing food recently too, so we knew it was just a matter of time.
Still, we’ll both miss his deep, resonating croak in the summer. It was always so pleasant to hear, although we could never figure out what set him off. Mr. Bungalow and I had a running gag of “rocking out” heavy-metal head-banging style when he’d erupt into song. (Too bad he never broke out into a jig, singing “Hello My Darlin’…” like the Warner Brothers’ frog!) We’ll miss you, Warner! Here’s hoping you’ve got lots of crickets and pinkies in that Big Terrarium in the Sky.
(We do have photos of Warner, but I can’t get my paws on one at the moment and I wanted to show off the lovely teal color that White’s Tree Frogs turn; the rest of the time they’re sort of brownish-purple.)