Leaving the house earlier tonight to drop off bunnies at the flight pen, I nearly stepped on this massive Western Toad who was waiting just outside the door.
I called out the botanists, who were inside sorting their grasses from the day and making plant jokes that were far beyond my ken. They eyed the toad warily. I picked up the toad, this delightful cold mushy thing. He was hilarious. I asked the botanists if they wanted to hold him too. They made noises of indecision, then shook their heads, No. Their loss. Then the toad peed on my hand. He underestimated my gross-out tolerance, and I didn't put him down until I'd taken a few more pictures of him. Then he made a run for my backpack.
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