Thursday, July 29th 2010
a Plague of Toads

Caden-6yr just came over to me, bright eyed and excited and said, “Mom! There were 10 toads in the garage and then one hopped into the cat box closet and now there are 9.”

If you come into our house via the back door, you do not want to take a wrong left turn into that closet. There’s a cat flap at the bottom of the door, and only the cat enters that small space. And one, wayward toad.

I was really glad Mike was here, and not out of town this week yet. I like mud. I like sweat. And I’ll cry if I hurt a turtle, but I do NOT touch toads. A few years ago we had a toad that lived in our garage. He was a total high maintenance pain. He would hang out in the exact place where the garage door would open and shut. So several times a day I had to shoo him away from that spot, and every single time I left or came home I had to make sure he wasn’t under the car. It added inconvenient minutes to all of our departure times, this ritual.

And maybe the toad passed the word around that our garage was some sort of safe haven and the people who live here go way above and beyond to guard and protect their hearts.* Because today…? There are not 10, as Caden-6yr first estimated. After a serious toad roundup, led by Toad Wrangler Mike, there is now an aquarium in the backyard holding about 80.

EIGHTY. As in WAY TOO MANY baby toadlike thingys.

The boys ran after them in the grass. It was like an Easter egg hunt with hard to see camo eggs, but then they’d move.

The Head Toad Wrangler tried to kiss me, but I wasn’t having any of that. Never kiss a man with toads in his hands.  Then he brought his deputies in and did research on what to feed them.  Bugs. Enough bugs for EIGHTY toad/frog baby thingys.

And then the Head Toad Wrangler went off to his day job. (he has several, actually. I don’t know which one he was going to.) And I am his highly reluctant replacement. I think we’ll go to a pet store and try to buy a bunch of bugs.

That’s really not how I wanted to spend my day, today, or like EVER. I’d rather do the laundry.

There will be more on this plague of epic proportions. Photos. More details. More everything toady. Stay tuned.

*if that doesn’t make sense, good for you, reality tv can be dreadful. unfortunately, it does make sense to me, and i am totally cracking myself up right now.

~hm

5 Comments on “a Plague of Toads”

1
Geekwif
July 29th, 2010
8:49 pm

Ew. Ew. Ew. Even one in my garden freaks me out. But 80? No way. I’d never step outside the house again until I was assured that they had been vacated from the premises with a guarantee they wouldn’t return. Ew.

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Kelsey
July 29th, 2010
9:14 pm

seriously, geekwif!? oh, funny. they’re tiny. Like, nickel and quarter sized. We’re keeping them in an aquarium outside in the shade for a few days til Ethan-10yr can get home from camp, see them, and oversee their release. He’s our resident wildlife expert.

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Michele
July 29th, 2010
11:35 pm

Um…be sure to check the pockets on your kids pants and shorts before washing. That’s how my mom always found out I’d been toad hunting.

I just think they’re so cute! Especially when they’re that tiny.

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August 10th, 2010
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Lee Ann L.
August 10th, 2010
4:41 pm

I found you through Ree’s blog (The Pioneer Woman). First post I hit was Toad Plague, Part 3. I went to Part 1 immediately.

I love toads. I even try to encourage a couple to stay in the yard/garden. But 80? Yikes! That’s too many for my comfort zone. LOL. :-)

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