Not quite so bright and shiny. Is anyone else up at 3 am worrying that the tiny lively and unharmed toad the cat brought in this evening- the toad who would be absolutely perfect for teaching the homeless shelter children about animal camouflage next Monday- is dying of loneliness in a shoebox in the bathroom? He keeps calling out "ribbet!ribbet!"
No. I didn’t think so.
Update: So now, 28.00 later, Mr. Toad is settling into his new digs. I’ll release him on Monday evening and until then he’s living under a pile of dirt and leaves in a lovely aquarium in air conditioned comfort. I went out in the noonday sun to buy him crickets and any doubts I had about adjustment problems affecting his appetite have been dispelled. He ate all of them in the first 10 minutes. I guess I need to go get more.