Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Wednesday's Guest - The Toad

Today one of my frequent Wednesday's Guests is over at The Blood Red Pencil, sharing some tips on improving the vocabulary of young people today. It is a fun post, so I hope you can hop over and see how Alphonse proposes to help kids, like, talk better.

I am a guest on Terry Odell's blog where I have posted the recipe for some scrumptious hamburgers my husband makes frequently. 

Now back to regularly scheduled programming.

This absolutely wasn't planned, folks, but today's guest is the toad I found in my bathroom. I was getting cleaned up and dressed after my morning walk and happened to notice something gray at the top of one of my cabinets that reaches to the ceiling. I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't tell what it was, and at first I thought it was a glob of plaster. However, I remembered I just refinished that cabinet and there was no glob of plaster on it.

What could it be?

I got my glasses and looked up. "Is that a toad? How did a toad get up there?"



It didn't move and was so pale I thought at first it was petrified up there. Petrified, as in it had become a stony replica by petrifaction.

I couldn't reach it without getting a step stool, and I didn't want to bother going to the shed, so I got a hanger and poked at it. I figured if it was dead, it would just fall down. To my surprise, it turned and looked at me. Obviously, it was just petrified, as in paralyzed with fear.




I am going to have to get the stool at some point so I can put the toad outside. Otherwise God knows where it will go. If it isn't caught by one of the cats, it could turn into a toad mummy at some point.

If you notice the little droplets of water in this picture, that's from me spraying him to give him a drink.
I'm such a softie.

On another note, I have taken my suspense novel, One Small Victory, out of the Select program at Amazon, and it is now available for  NOOK. As soon as I can, I am going to get it up on Kobo and Smashwords.

UPDATE: The toad is now happily living outside.

12 comments:

LD Masterson said...

It's a shame he can't talk. Bet he's got a story to tell.

Maryann Miller said...

It did seem like he had something he wanted to say. Maybe "thank you" when I put him outside? (smile)

Betsy Ashton said...

I'm sorry you didn't keep him as a guest commentator. My kitty occasionally writes on of my blogs. Gets more hits than when she absent. Go figure. A toad commenting on life in the Miller household could give all of us the giggles we need on a Wednesday.

Morgan Mandel said...

Cute little bugger!

Morgan Mandel
http://morganmandel.blogspot.com

Marian Allen said...

When our youngest daughter was little and we were reading fairy tales together, I opened the door one evening to find a gigantic toad on the porch. I called her and said, "Honey, it's for you." She was NOT amused.

Marian Allen
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Maryann Miller said...

Betsy, that would have been a good idea, but it was the bathroom. I'd just gotten out of the shower. Maybe folks would not want to read his comments. LOL

Maryann Miller said...

LOL, Marian. Better a large toad than a large spider or snake.

Helen Ginger said...

I think he's saying, Stop that, Lady. You're scaring the flies.

Bob Sanchez said...

Two words I wouldn't have expected to see on your blog: toad and petrifaction.

Nice work, Maryann.

Heidi Thomas said...

That's funny, Maryann. I too would love to hear his story! How'd he get way up there?!

Holly Jahangiri said...

My grandmother collected frogs and toads (not living ones, but she liked them just fine, too). I'm glad that you took such good care of this little guy, Maryann. (I thought the water droplets were toad pee - I was going to say maybe he wasn't so petrified, after all!)

Oh, Marian!!! LOL - I never got to do that, but one day, my daughter was complaining bitterly about how uncomfortable her mattress was, so we decided it was time to flip it. It was a full sized mattress, and she was about 7 or 8 at the time. We flipped it, and what did we find right in the middle between mattress and box springs? That's right! One very dried and rock hard pea. Guess we both have Princesses! (Mine's not all that amused by the story, either. One day, they'll understand how funny we are.)

Maryann Miller said...

Holly, I loved your story about your little princess. (smile)

Bob, I never thought I would use those words in the same blog, either.

Maybe I should try to tell the story of how the toad got up there on Friday.