I would like to introduce you to Toady McToaderson. Yes, he told me his name, I am fluent in toad.
I was weed eating the yard the other day and noticed this little stinker on my back porch. When I first saw him I was pretty concerned I had hit him in some fashion with the weedeater, but it turns out for some reason, he was just red. Weird.
See? Toady McToaderson is a HUGE toad. OK, well huge for me because I don’t live somewhere where there are mutant toads big enough to give you nightmares. He would have fit in my palm.
Here he is again. He asked me to get the grass out of his eye for him, but since I like the idea of pissing off PETA I left it. It adds character, and all toads need character.