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.
