Tag: Toad

Little Green Tree Froggie

The problem with Stay-at-Home orders across the country isn’t that I can’t get my hair done, or can’t do any of the other things I never did anyway. The problem with the Stay-at-Home order, is that everyone else is home to see me be…well, me.

Yesterday I was mowing my front yard. It seems like a relatively straight-forward task. Until–HOP!!! A giant tree frog hopped away from my mower. Instantly I stopped, and spent the next 2 minutes chasing it across my yard. While talking to it. “Stop. Jumping! Let me catch you so I can save you!”

Is this the first time I’ve stopped mowing to save an amphibian? Of course it isn’t! Last week I temporarily relocated 2 toads and a salamander. It happens pretty much every time I mow. I am not about to commit Amphibicide.

The only difference now, as compared to 6 weeks ago–my neighbors are all home to see me running around my yard, harassing Kermit’s family members. And also, rather than finding new amphibifriends (kissing them to make sure they aren’t under a witch’s spell), and setting them free, now I’m running to my house screaming, “Shea! Xander! Look what I found!!!” Like the adult that I am.

Ok, I don’t kiss frogs–or any other amphibians. But I do get overly excited when I realize last season’s tenants have moved back in to the usual tree frog locations. underneath a small overhang above the back door. In a nook in the shed. And now my random amphibian trio living underneath a splash block.

Georgia is getting ready to ease up on their stay at home order; Alabama isn’t making any changes yet. Honestly, I want everyone to stay safe and avoid this horrible virus. Maybe I can just get sign for my front yard: Caution–This Homeowner Rescues Frogs.

What would the Lorax version for Amphibians be? That would be me.

I’m just going to keep saving my frogs, and relocating them to the back yard…where I can talk to them without the random neighbor seeing me!

Bathroom Toads

Just a typical day at the Steevesies’!

After talking with Justin for 30 minutes this morning, I headed into the bathroom to put my contacts in, with Xander hot on my tail.

“Mom!!! What is that!?”

Already my glasses are off, so who knows. “What is what??”

“That! On the floor!”

With contacts in, I look down. At a tan blob. “It’s just–oh!”

There was only one thing to do: FaceTime Justin again.

“Justin. Something happened to Bruce!

“What?!”

“Justin, I came into the bathroom to put my contacts in, and Bruce was laying on the bathroom floor–he’s turned into a toad!”

That is the most likely explanation I can come up with. The other options are:

1. An animal decided he should be inside, but since no one was foaming at the mouth, I don’t believe he was carried to his bathroom location.

2. He hopped there. I did have the back door open, so while this option is plausible, it’s pretty unlikely. The trip to the bathroom would’ve been a long, and possibly treacherous one.

3. He’s been subletting the bathroom, and this is the first time we’ve crossed paths. Again, possible, but unlikely.

It’s just a classic case of Bathroom Toad.

I’ve relocated him outside, but I fully expect him to be sitting on the couch when I get home from work–watching The Muppet Movie, and snacking on flies.