West Virginia tends to get tiny toads before New York does, but New York eventually catches up:
I found this little critter at the bottom of the basement stairwell of the building in which I typically work. As I do on a regular basis, I relocated it to a nice pachysandra patch at the top of the stairs. Can't have the little beastie stuck at the bottom of a stairwell which it can't get out of... though there are plenty of delicious ants down there, so it's not a bad place to spend some time. I figured I had to do this toad a favor, because it just might be the child of a friend of mine.