The corner of my garden usually stays fairly damp because of lack of sunlight and so of course slugs love it. Not having any slug killing pellets handy, I put out a saucer of beer. Each day I would go out and dump the dead slugs and refill it with more beer. One day when I went to empty it I saw a big brown clump of soil in it. Wondering how that got in there I bent down to pick it up and it jumped out and hid under the bushes. Scared the bejeesus outta me!! After a few moments of steady breathing exercises, I searched and found a little drunken toad. How it came to be in my garden, I have no idea, but I welcomed it by continuous fresh beer and its own little upsidedown cracked flower pot house. We both enjoyed this arrangment for a few months until I happened to see the mouse. Not wanting mice to be this close to the house I set out a trap. The old fashioned kind with the metal bar that snaps. Do you know where this story is going? Sure enough, the next day I looked and there he was. Caught in the trap by his crooked little legs. Poor toadie. I released the bar and was planning the proper burial when he pulled his little, sore, legs under him and carefully hopped away.
Mr. toad stayed around for a couple of years. I was always surprised to see him in the spring, not knowing how he survived the winter months here. Of course, no more mouse traps!! Then one year I bought him a new house. A nice house. A double decker house with decorations of flowers and toads on it. Haven't seen him since.
This is not my Mr. Toad. This is a picture that Laura took of her Mr. Frog who scared the bejeesus out of her one year.