I am such a hypocrite. I love animals so much, but not enough to stop eating them, or save them from death with my actual hands. Blech.
We have a window well at school that stupid toads like to jump into, then get stuck. I’ve bought a couple of cheap plastic window-well covers over the years, but the Nebraska winds eventually rip them away and ship them off to Iowa.
I’ve asked brave students or adults to rescue the lost amphibians, but on the weekends, there’s no one around for that. I certainly can’t touch them myself. I’ve tried to put a bucket down there and shout, “Jump inside! I’ll take you to safety!”, but apparently these toads don’t speak English.
The solution? A ramp.
I believe it worked. There were four little toads in here pre-boards, zero post-boards.
Either that, or the wind got ‘em.
If you put a snake down there I would think you’d never see any toads.
BOOOOOOO!!
Lauren, you’re my hero! What a SUPER GREAT idea!
And you can be sure it worked because look what someone captured on film in Seward the other day (the 4th one was too shy to be on camera). I’m pretty sure they’re singing about you!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWnBnQuRezg
I’m alergic to toads. I’m with Brad and say go with the snake.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
How do you know you’re allergic to toads?
‘Cause there’s footprints in the butter!
Wait… wrong joke.
HA!
The emergency room doctor told me that when I was 5 or 6. I was in the ER with a terrible case of hives after spending the day playing with toads while my parents were cutting the grass. (Mom kept finding toads and giving them to my sisters and I to play with.) I was the only one who ended up in the ER that night. I remember being afraid my lips were going to burst they were so swollen.