I didn't want to harass the critter, so I didn't go for a closer picture, and, no, I did not lick the toad in order to get high. Toad-licking is a fool's game and can only lead to heartbreak.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Batrachian Buddy
Since I was a small lad, I have always had a fondness (not an overfondness, mind you!) for toads... I also have a fondness for Toad's, but that's not germane to the topic. Tonight, I saw a handsome specimen of the common toad of the Northeastern United States, Anaxyrus americanus (formerly Bufo americanus, but Bufo is more properly applied to them fancy elitist You're-a-Peein' toads), holding court behind my workplace. The site abounds in toads, and sighting them never fails to amuse me. I took this portrait, but it totally fails to capture the pretty, golden eyes of the little beastie:
I didn't want to harass the critter, so I didn't go for a closer picture, and, no, I did not lick the toad in order to get high. Toad-licking is a fool's game and can only lead to heartbreak.
I didn't want to harass the critter, so I didn't go for a closer picture, and, no, I did not lick the toad in order to get high. Toad-licking is a fool's game and can only lead to heartbreak.
IN addition to the heartbreak, there is the business of the $335 fine.
ReplyDeleteI share the fondness for toads, and Toad's Place.
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Candy is dandy
ReplyDeleteToad licker is sicker.
Toad's Place is AWESOME. Or at least was mumble mumble years ago.
ReplyDeleteOh, so no more Toad-in-the-hole at Riddled Cafe, then.
ReplyDeleteOh.