I think I’m a tolerant man but the toads this year are testing me. Night before last I heard a toad singing somewhere on the patio but couldn’t find it. Yesterday I was in the pool and checked the drain trap to see if it needed emptied. When I lifted the lid, there was my little culprit, clinging to the rim of the strainer.
I lifted him out and set him on the edge of the deck. He looked at me for a few minutes and then made his getaway around a flower pot and off toward the yard. Something tells me he’ll be back.