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R.I.P. Laveranues

I seem to have killed our poor frog Laveranues. He came into Summer's and my lives in November 2004 and enraptured us with his love of killing his piscatory companions and dancing to hip-hop. He accompanied us from Minnesota to Delaware to Rhode Island, providing, if nothing else, his own uncomplaining physical presence. Last night I took it upon myself to replace his dirty water with clean; lacking a jug of spring water, I boiled tap. There must have been some chlorine or other toxin still latent in the water, because this morning, L was gone. Farewell, Laveranues. You will be missed.