Do ya' think I'll get warts?

I'm not the kind of girl, you know the one, who has the "guy" bait the hook or take the fish off.  Nope.  I'm a chase down a toad, snatch him up and love on him kind a girl.

As much as you can love on an ugly old toad, that is.  Squirmy little fellas.

After a rain storm or digging around in the dirt or leaves, I'll pick up night crawlers and quickly proclaim, "Sure wish we was fishin' right about now!"

No, I'm not the type of gal to shy away from nature; and all her lovely creatures.

That is unless you're talking about bears. . .

I draw the line at bears.  Just ask my family!  I have an irrational fear of bears for having never encountered one in my life!  Unless you count that movie that I watched when my parents thought I was asleep!

Nah.

I am absolutely certain that if I go into the woods. . .

I might just find a toad, NOT a bear!  I live in Indiana for goodness sake.

I rescued him from being mowed over by the lawnmower.  I put him back behind a wood pile.

After all. . .

I've already found my Prince Charming!

Mr. Toad looks as if to say, "Well I never!  If you're NOT going to kiss me, then I'm going to jump!"

I think he was pretty happy to get back to that wood pile.  He pee peed on me before I let him go.

Uh-Oh!

Do ya' think I'll get warts?

Oh well, even if I do, my Prince Charming won't care.  He loves me just the way I am.

Aside from the peeing on me, my toad subject was pretty cooperative for his impromptu photo shoot.