As a child, I was fascinated in the 5th grade after reading a book on the rainforest, and snatching a glimpse at a photograph of a frog that I would later come to know as a pumilio. Poison dart frogs, animals that I thought would be unattainable to the general public, and seen only in zoological gardens or their natural habitat, would eventually come into my home and become an integral part of my life.
Why do I keep these animals in a glass box? They have become a facet of my being, a reminder that nature still exists somewhere outside of the trappings of the concrete urban jungle. I can sit in my frogroom amidst this sterile concrete land, and be engulfed in wonder and awe as I watch my imitators call as if they were back at home, and lunge with all their might at an unlucky Drosophila. I am brought into their world in all its splendor, while still in a developed and snow choked country. This hobby offers both an escape, and a window to the outside of the box... that there is more to life than what I see very day. It makes me think every time I flush my toilet where the water might go, or every time I drive my car to the 7-11 what I am doing to the air I breathe.
As much as I dislike the designer corn snake hobby, I can deal with it, because it will always be possible to go out and find a wild cornsnake. We inevitably will not be so fortunate in case of Dendrobatids and Mantellas.
The number of frogs in captivity is finite. If hobbyists pollute the gene pool with crosses and/or hybrids... this will take a substantial portion of future breeding stock completely out of the picture. And because of the fact that wild caught dart frogs will inevitably cease to be a reality due to extinction, extirpation, or political red-tape, would it not seem prudent to keep the blood as clean as possible so that we do not lose an irretrievable part of nature? My problem with the designer mentality is when it comes into the dominion of dart frog husbandry. It is one of those things that should be cheked at the door with your jacket. These are not animals we can take for granted, and they will not be around forever due to the destruction of their homes by our own species. We at least owe it to them, the frogs, to at least preserve a small part of their vanishing paradise, even if it is within the confines of a "glass box." They deserve to be bred with frogs from their own part of the jungle, and with members of their own species. Our greed and contempt for nature will inevitably rob them of their existence. Must this contempt continue unimpeded in the hobby that we regard so precious, whose backbone is an effort to keep a small part of our world alive even if it is only in captivity?
Double J

