Somehow Kermit's still alive and croaking. The little guy's got gumption or something. He's a tough little critter. Tristan (my 10 year old daughter) found him over the summer and brought him home.
For a little guy he can move fast when it comes to flies. He doesn't catch them with his tongue, he lunges/hops at them. He is 99% accurate at swallowing them in one hop.
One time there were some flies in the truck that didn't want to leave. The girls put Kermit in the cab and he went to town. Talk about fast food feast. Jessica said with one fly he actually reached out his little froggy hand and grabbed him and ate him like a banana. (whatever that means)
Kermit's a singer. We've all been caught off guard to hear this strange noise and wonder what the heck it is. I only recently heard it for my first time. My cousin heard it while she frog-sat for us and my girls hear it almost daily. Anyway, last night he was in the kitchen croaking to me while I did the dishes. It was awesome.