Big Ed took out the trash this evening. He came back in and said that he had just seen another toad hop inside the house. He scooped up a fascinated Mew and said that he would shut her in another room while I got the toad out.
Not being the official toad wrangler, I, personally, put the cat in another room and asked J to help Big Ed find the intruder and evict it. By the time I came back from imprisoning the indignant cat, they were ushering a toad outside with a broom and laughing about it.
This was a more kind fate than the last one met up with. If I meet it face to face, it's in real trouble.
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That toad lives too close to the door. I'll have to do something about it or this will happen again.LOL
Perhaps I meant to say "toes to face" instead of "face to face." That would be more like Jabba the Hut than a toad.
All you need now is 6 white mice, 2 lizards in livery and a pumpkin growing under the hedge. At night you'll hear the clop of horse hooves, footmen calling out, make way - make way and at midnight the coach will turn back into a pumpkin while the driver yells, Ree-Deep...Ree-Deep.
I do feel like Cinderella today. It's hot in the kitchen making s'ghetti.
LOL. Brings back memories of a tree frog and a bedroom door.
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