On The Hunt for One God Fearing Toad

Last night as I was headed outside to shut up the garage and give the dogs one last chance at a run before hunkering down for the night, I walked out into the dark to have something jump right in front of me.  It was an extremely large toad.  So what does any good mother do?  Goes back into the house to get her son and his creature box to capture this toad for a day of viewing and "playing with" similar to the way, little Arliss, Travis' younger, very, enthusiastic, energetic younger brother who loved to capture creatures and shove them in his pockets did in the endearing old movie Old Yeller. 

We captured the large toad and stuck it in the creature box and then in the house we went to show dad.  Such excitement.  We put the creature box on the ledge to the stairway and off to bed everyone went. 

I was abruptly awoken this morning with an empty creature box shoved in my face, earlier than I had liked, but also a little too late.  The toad had escaped sometime in the night. I quickly texted my husband hoping to get the return message saying he took the toad and set it free outside, but to no avail.  He did not.  DRAT.

Which leaves many scenarios playing in my head....one, involving the cat.  But she is hanging out today and not acting like she has been on a hunt, or is on the hunt from the runaway toad and no signs that she had at one time captured it and had it pee in her mouth as they will do when threatened by a predator larger than they are.  (I know this because Betty tried to eat a toad last summer....it was an experience I could have lived without witnessing).

Lane later came to me and said "I think the Toad found Jesus".  Hmmm, well wonderful Lane.  But the toad is not allowed to live in our home no matter if he is a Religious, Jesus Loving Toad.....He can worship and pray more effectively out discipling to his toad friends....I don't think he is going to witness to my cat or my dogs and live through the experience and I can't have THAT on my conscious.  Toad dies while trying to convert family pets....yeah...not going to go there.The karma that could ensue is something I just do not need.

So, I was hopeful at the very least, the toad had hopped out of the box, and down the stairway to the lower level....at least into the hobby room which has no carpeting in it.  My hopes of that are quickly diminishing as I just discovered Toad poop in my bathroom.  Yes, the master bathroom, which means the toad ventured through my bedroom sometime in the night while I slept.  So, off we go on a toad hunt...Stay tuned to updates that may develop....

Anyone who wants to help, feel free to stop on by!  Only me.....and the mother from Old Yeller. To be continued....