My frog, Ringo, just had three luscious crickets for breakfast. I prodded those poor bastards into the vicinity of Ringo's tongue to make sure that he ate. There is one cricket wandering about the tank still. I will let Ringo encounter that one alone, now that I know that he has had a good meal. Ringo has withdrawn back into his precious dirt, hidden, again, like he is most of the time. It takes a special personality to love a frog: they do not give up much in the way of affection!!