Here is a recent photo of our dear Mr. Lumpy, our sometimes toad.
However, shortly after this was taken, we found Froggy again (lives in the play structure) and Isaac insisted that Mr. Lumpy be freed and Froggy be recaptured. I have to agree that Froggy has a certain charm that Mr. Lumpy lacks. Froggy can stick on things (including, one exciting moment, Isaac's cheek) and also can change color.
He also is something of a lonely eccentric. One time I found him sitting somehow cross-legged, upright, facing the sunrise in a manner very like a meditating person. I feel terrible about keeping Froggy. Unlike Mr. Lumpy, who seemed to feel that as long as the crickets kept flowing he was very pleased to gorge himself in captivity, Froggy spends a lot more time focused on escaping than on eating. Indeed, we were very impressed one time when Froggy did pull a daring escape and made his way – -a good 50 yards at least– back to his home. Sadly this was the first place we looked! In any case, at the moment he is ours, along with one plump little toady. And now I fear for Mr. Lumpy's life… Ben spotted a HUGE snake on the terrace the other night and my dread is that our dear obese warty friend has been eaten for snake dinner. One can only speculate…