Tiddly widdly widdly! Bufo americanus in the greenhouse
I have always had a soft spot for toads. I love amphibians in general, actually; toads in particular. Maybe Beatrix Potter is to blame…or maybe I was just a fearless kid.
We found this guy in one of our basement’s window wells today. Tom told me about it, and said we probably shouldn’t tell the kid or she’d have it for a pet. But, well, he told her mother: I would love it for a greenhouse pet! Just think of the slugs this little friend could consume.
So I set her/him free in the greenhouse, complete with a couple of clay saucers of water scattered about to drink from. Anyway, I have had toad friends in my gardens every year. Two years ago, that particular friend was huge (the size of a large apple) and I swear I would nearly jump out of my skin when he’d pop through the greenery. This one won’t scare me nearly as much, I think: it’s about the size of a plum.