When H1 and I came home the other night, we noticed that H3’s white-lipped tree frog looked mighty sick. His body was caved in and it seemed his insides were sliding out his backside. We were horrified and contemplated ways to put it out of its obvious misery but determined that his well-being remained in the hands of H3.
When H3 got home, we advised him of the tree frog’s condition and told him that we had considered ending its suffering but realized it wasn’t our call.
He said, “I am really glad you didn’t do that. He was just pooping.”