Poor Jack

We got a frog this past Saturday and the girl at the pet store dropped him on the floor not once, but twice - I should have taken the hint. But no, we took him home and named him Jack. My husband gets up the next morning (Easter Sunday) and can't find the frog in the tank - he thought it was just hiding somewhere. Five hours later, he sees something hopping around on the floor. Who knows how long the frog had been out of the tank....he was covered in hair and dust and dirt. :\ So hubby puts him back in the tank and he was doing alright but then we came home later that afternoon and found this:

We thought he was just chilling by the tower. But no, that's how he died, standing up. Or trying to jump... :(