Mr 3-pound Toad had still been in hiding as of yet this spring. But major construction development and rehabilitation of his neighborhood (trying desperately to remove the hollyhocks from the pond area and move them waaaaaay back by the fence) exposed his fat-winter self. Interestingly, it also revealed my reading glasses, missing now for three days.
Coincidence? I think not. It was him or the big, juicy worm.
I’ll be watching them. And reading again.