So this morning my beloved wakes me and says in a hushed whisper "there is a toad in the house, are you going to get up and catch it?" I swear I was dreaming, I mean what a bizzare thing to say pre dawn. Besides how would a cane toad get into my house? It is not like it just hopped in from the back porch; we live at the top of some serious stairs, on a hill - the revolting little creatures do turn up in the yard and I have been known to fish them out of the pool but not out of the house! I rolled over and went back to sleep.
This evening when he came home from work he asked me if I caught the toad, "what toad?", "the one in the house" he replied matter of factly "there is a toad in the house?" at this time the big girl pipes in "yeah, dad told you this morning there was one inside"....my 'dream' came back to me in dribs and drabs..."wow I must have been really tired".
My husband who is big and brave and strong, very clever and quite beautiful (for a boy) doesn't 'do' toads, he doesn't 'do' frogs, snakes or lizards either... he did hunt it out for me tho "it is in the main toilet", "IN the toilet?" I enquired "no, in the room the toilet is in, it is against the back wall"
and so it was, ugly eh? i would go so far as to say hideous. I caught it in a plastic bag and put it in the freezer (I was a bit naughty and swung the bag toward the big girl so as to elicit a good girly scream..hehehe) They get cold and go to sleep and then just never wake up. I'll throw it out on bin night.
Now for something much more beautiful; my favourite blocks from today.