I first wrote about the toad in the corner a year or so ago. I find it somewhat interesting that I gauge the passing of time by certain events. When the wild turkeys and Red-tailed Hawks show up, the fireflies, the figs ripening on the tree, my first ‘mater’ sandwich, the change of leaves in the fall. I guess our forefathers gauged it the same way. I know my grandmother fished and planted her garden by the phases of the moon.
I find it interesting the happiness I feel when old friends show up after an extended absence, even if the old friend is Toady the Toad or Herbert the Rat Snake. Not so happy when the little bastards, the yellow jackets, first explode for the ground. Herbert has been around since spring, but Toady just showed up…still sitting in the corner between my rock wall and foundation.
I am bad. I continue to smoke my one cigar a day…unless it turns into two…never more than two. I just executed a mental eye roll. Normally I sit under the massive tulip poplar in my backyard and enjoy an adult beverage while I feed my addiction. Do I enjoy the cigar due to my addiction or because of the joy it brings me? That is a discussion for a later date.
It’s been hot and humid, and I’ve taken to sitting on my back stoop instead of taking the long, sweaty twenty-five-yard walk to the tree and the chair sitting under it. My picture should go beside the definition of lazy in the latest dictionary. It is more about the mosquitoes infesting the shrubbery around my normal imbibing location. There doesn’t seem to be as many bloodsuckers at my stoop and I may know one of the reasons why.
I sat watching the smoke curl from the smoldering end of my stogie, contemplating nothing more than my navel when I saw her. In the corner where the rock wall and foundation meet, where the leaves have built up due to my earlier admission of laziness. A large toad has backed herself into the corner and is also watching the smoke curl from the cigar.
She is an American Toad…I think. Might be a Southern Toad. Could be a Fowler’s but I am not an authority on amphibians…and don’t want to be but I am better versed in toad activities than I once was. Thank you, Google.
Despite my research, I don’t even know if she is really a she but shes are usually larger than hes and she is one of the largest toads I’ve seen. There is also a smaller toad that seems to want to be around her. “Oh la saison de l’amour.” Do toads speak French or mate on dry land?
Toady has been in the corner for two weeks now. She sits patiently waiting for the darkness and the relative cool of the evening. I see her often sitting under the flood light, bathing in its glow or waiting for a juicy morsel to fly by? In the dark I see her sitting on the flat stones or in one instance crawling out of my overturned boot. In the morning she is right back in the corner.
I check on her often…not just when I feed my addiction. I don’t know why I check. I guess to reassure myself that all is right in the world. I have seen her around for years…maybe it was her, all American toads seem to look alike. Well, she was still there five minutes ago at least. Looking fat and sassy from a night of eating mosquitoes.
I didn’t name her at first because Herbert the Rat Snake and his kin are skulking around waiting for a meal. As I understand it, from the extensive research on toads I tried to reframe from doing. I probably could name her. Seems she is not too tasty…does Mr. No Shoulders have taste buds or does Toady just give him gas? More research to come and I guess I have named her.
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3 thoughts on “The Toad in the Corner Revisited”
Mother Nature is a wise woman
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Until she becomes dysfunctional.
HA! Tell her “Hey” for me! 🐸
Always fun to name our visitors!
I love this time of year for many reasons…one is because the toads sit on the porch and “sing”…I’m sure they’re singing “Froggy Went a-Courtin'”…and they leave toad pooh for me to find the next morning. I’m sure they like that I leave the porch light on for them (Maybe they think I’m a Toad Motel 6?)…which provides some good bug-eats!
Yes, I, too, look forward to the seeing the events that occur in each season…and note the passage of time.
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