I made the 10 yr. old his "usual" breakfast this morning and called him to the table. I walked out on the porch to feed the cats. Everything is hungry in the morning. As I reached down for the cat food scoop I glanced over by the porch door and there was a large yard toad hopping from under the door.....aaarrrrggghhhh!
I don't like toads!
I immediately called to Jake and said, "GET IT, GET IT, GET IT!"
He's my HERO. My toad catcher.
He deposited the toad out in the yard, went in and washed his hands and just sat down and ate his breakfast. He asked if he could go back out and get it and keep it in a tank in his room.....no, I don't think so.
I don't like toads!
I immediately called to Jake and said, "GET IT, GET IT, GET IT!"
He's my HERO. My toad catcher.
He deposited the toad out in the yard, went in and washed his hands and just sat down and ate his breakfast. He asked if he could go back out and get it and keep it in a tank in his room.....no, I don't think so.