Tadpole Hunting

So this weekend I was hanging out with my good friends, Juan and Marco. Every year about this time we go down to the pond near their house and catch tadpoles. Then I take the tadpoles to school (with perfect timing for our life cycles unit) and the kids get to watch the tadpoles turn into frogs. We release them into the wetland behind our school after they are frogs.

Well anyway every year we go for a walk down to the pond, forgetting about the tadpoles, and then we realize the tadpoles are there and we have nothing to use to catch them. We usually have to find discarded trash laying around to catch them. This year, however, we were NOT going to forget. We came prepared with buckets!

We were feeling very proud of ourselves for remembering the buckets, until we got to the pond and found that we were too late. There were no more tadpoles. They had already turned to frogs... We looked sadly at the clear water, void of little swimmy tadpoles. Quickly we decided to enjoy our time at the pond by throwing the buckets through a pipe to the person on the other time (which didn't work cuz the bucket got stuck in the middle). Then we threw a tennis ball at the bucket to get the bucket out (which didn't work cuz the ball got stick in the middle). So then we attempted to make a dam to build up the water pressure so the water would flow through the pipe and carry the bucket and the ball to us (which didn't work because we're not beavers and have no clue how to build a dam). It looks so easy when beavers do it. So finally we gave up on the pipe and spent the rest of the time doing flying side kicks and skateboard tricks off of this little bridge thing that covered the pipe.

So much for tadpole hunting...