My wife recently ran into the house, out of breath and wide-eyed. I knew immediately that the situation wasn't dangerous, as I know her looks and expressions. "Now what?" is what I thought to myself as I begrudgingly got out of my chair to see what the commotion was all about.

Eggs.

Eggs in our teeny, tiny little fish pond of three goldfish. Frog eggs, to be exact.

The next few weeks entailed daily progress trips and viewings of the eggs. Then the tadpole/polliwogs.

Recently we have seen these little guys, no larger than your thumbnail. I've got dozens of photos on these. Expect more in the near future...