At high school I had a persistent admirer, who gave me a small frog for my birthday. The frog was transparent and one had to feed him with tiny bits of raw meat. He caught the meat with his front legs, lifted the piece and bit into it. One could see how the meat moved through his digestive tract. The bigger and fatter he grew, the less one could see. He continuously lived in the water and I kept him in a small aquarium in my room.Read More »