Big Lady is funny. She says the darndest things. Tonight, we were out filling up the bird feeders and I was poking around in the flowers, and out popped toadie up on the wall of the house by the deck. Well, we're not sure if it's a toadie configured to look like a rattlesnake, or a frog wearing a camoflage fatigues. His paws would suggest frog. I think Big Lady must never have disected frogs in high school biology. My guess is a frog, but he has diamond brown markings. What do you think? Toadie? or Froggie? Either way, Big Lady was in a shriek. She told us to leave it alone because she wanted it to hang around and eat mosquitoes. Well, we have enough of those, so it should get fat and grow up pretty quick. She told Patrick and I later that Uncle Rusty, who has gone on to the Rainbow Bridge, was once stung in the eye by a toad, so we were admonished quickly to leave it alone and go in the house. We notice that she snuck back out with the camera. Too bad she's not too good with that focus button yet on the new camera. !
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