Chandler died...again.

i've gone through three Chandlers, and none of them have survived. Chandler III was really tiny, and i was afraid Monica was going to eat him. Instead, he kicked the bucket before she could resort to cannibalism. i was going to take a pic of his sad, tiny corpse for the blogging world to see, but my camera was at home and my frogs live (or don't live, as the case may be) at work. i'm done with trying to get Monica a friend. she's doomed to live out the rest of her froggy days alone.