I fed them religiously, every single day. I checked them day and night, just to make sure their well being was was well...well. The various websites I read concerning tadpole care said they would be full fledge frogs in about six weeks.
Week four came about. No legs, just bigger bodies. I thought, "Oh my little darlings, you're all late bloomers, but do not fret. Your mother does not discriminate, I will care for you!" And care I did.
Week five came. Still no legs, but sadly my time had come to return to school, two hours away from my now somewhat plumper poles. I put the reins in the hands of my father. He too, fed them carefully and diligently. Until the day came when our now green Costco fountain became just a bit too green for Paw's liking.
He later told me it was just a bit of chlorine he put in--which even in small amounts may be lethal to poles according to the websites.
My poles--our poles, were dead. I was heartbroken. Though, my paw is a smart fellow. At the time of death it was about week eight into the lives of the poles. Still no legs, in fact, no frog-like features at all. Paw concluded that my dear poles were indeed not poles at all, but impostors!...MINNOWS! A small, dumb fish that is also commonly found in the ponds of the park.