I’m about to share a story from my childhood.If you believe or not it’s OK. One day when I was about 11 I wanted a pet. But at the time it couldn’t be anything large or hard to care for. So I opted and got a tree frog. It was a Texas grey tree frog. I found half frozen to death in somebody’s bird bath. And I ended getting him a critter Carrier.
Something that fit into a little girl’s small room. He got warmed up. Started his nightly song’s of croaking. Which annoyed my mom a room over.