I am bad. I continue to smoke my one cigar a day…unless it turns into two…never more than two. I just executed a mental eye roll. Normally I sit under the massive tulip poplar in my backyard and enjoy an adult beverage while I feed my addiction. Do I enjoy the cigar due to my addiction or because of the joy it brings me? That is a discussion for a later date.
It’s been hot and humid, and I’ve taken to sitting on my back stoop instead of taking the long, sweaty twenty-five-yard walk to the tree and the chair sitting under it. My picture should go beside the definition of lazy in the latest dictionary. It is more about the mosquitoes infesting the shrubbery around my normal imbibing location. There doesn’t seem to be as many bloodsuckers at my stoop and I may know one of the reasons why.
I sat watching the smoke curl from the smoldering end of my stogie, contemplating nothing more than my navel when I saw her. In the corner where the rock wall and foundation meet, where the leaves have built up due to my earlier admission of laziness, a large toad had backed herself into the corner and is also watching the smoke curl from the cigar.
She is an American Toad…I think. Could be a Fowler’s but I am not an authority on amphibians…and don’t want to be but I am better versed in toad activities than I once was. Thank you, Google. Despite my research, I don’t even know if she is really a she but shes are usually larger than hes and she is one of the largest toads I’ve seen.
Toady has been in the corner for weeks now. She sits patiently waiting for the darkness and the relative cool of the evening. I see her often sitting under the flood light, bathing in its glow or waiting for a juicy morsel to fly by?
I check on her often…not just when I feed my addiction. I don’t know why I check. I guess to reassure myself that all is right in the world. I have seen her around for years…maybe it was her, all American toads seem to look alike. Well, she was still there five minutes ago at least. Looking fat and sassy from a night of eating mosquitoes I hope.
I’ve not named her because I worry Herbert the Rat Snake and his kin are skulking around waiting for a meal. As I understand stand it now, from the extensive research on toads I tried to reframe from doing. I probably could name her. Seems she is not too tasty…does Mr. No Shoulders have taste buds or does Toady just give him gas? More research to come and maybe I have named her.
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