I was standing around bullshitting with my lineman friends yesterday when I noticed something moving awkwardly down the road. I thought it might be a mouse, so I went and looked, but no! It was a tiny toad, out in the road and the dry grass.

I caught him, got a strange look from the linemen, and drove on back to my office clutching him in my fist as he tried desperately to gross me out. Sorry, toad, a little thing like you can’t possibly pee on me enough.

He’s about the size of a spring peeper, but definitely of the toadly persuasion.

So I put him in the center of my bromeliad arrangement, which I usually keep nice and moist. He’s still there today; I brought him an offering of a nice crunchy beetle to pacify him. Toads clearly make better office pets than either lizards or snakes.