This is Bruce. Although he is a wild thing, hence he doesn't have a name (Just Like Me? Anyone?), he was ever so expertly named, forever, by Corey.
Notice how there are not any critters with him in the dirt? That's cause he ate them. That Bruce, he is one bad toad.
I found him in the driveway, what I thought was a leaf bouncing in the wind . . . well, then there was no wind, so I collected him and saved him until Toby got home. He was very glad to see the new critter. Did you know toads like to dig down into the dirt? I didn't. But I was glad to have wooded-ish landscape where we could find heretofore babied rollypollies, centipedes, crickets, worms and slugs to feed this mouth. And he ate them. He seems pretty comfy at our house. But, as the past has unfortunately taught us, it's best not to keep these wild things too long. Since he's eating, we are comfortable housing him overnight, we shall let him go in the morning.
He's cute though isnt' he?
And . . I also has
sangria.
mmm. It's turned out too sweet for Bill, so he added more club soda. It's a tiny crime that this is the first batch I have made all Summer. But I got it in before Labor Day and The Putting Away of White Shoes and all that.
mmmm.
2 comments:
I can has sangria? Sunday? Woo and hoo!
And my Bruce.... I luff him, as Charles would say, I really luff him.
Patiently awaiting the comment wars with your smokin' husband.
Oh, I sort of invited Kim for Teh Sangria. Ummmmm..... that's rude of me, but I'm hopping you'll forgive and forget and embrace her for sangria. She might come, or she might be in full-on freak-out about starting to teach on Monday.
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