They were bone dry and dusty, and all in all, it didn't look like a very salubrious place for a pair of toads to be living.
So I carried them out to the back of the house where we have our little pond, and deposited both of them on the edge of it; we'd barely turned our backs for thirty seconds before the pair of them were in, and looking up out of the water at us.
I figured they'd be more comfortable there, and they'd get lots of juicy pondskaters and other annoying buzzy things to eat. I can't deny that part of me is hopeful that they might make themselves at home and get up to some toady naughties to spawn some more little toads because I just think that frogs and toads are sooo cute, and I would just love to play host to a little community of them.
So that's the big news from Dizzo-land today. Nothing earth-shattering I'm afraid, but there you go! So good night, thank you, and ribbet-ribbet!