So Dad and Lori and I were cleaning out the cabin's rain gutters when I stuck a barbecue fork into the downspout and pulled out.... a toad!
I was so surprised that I dropped him all the way to the deck--about 11 or 12 feet.
He just sat there, stunned, for most of the afternoon, until later when we found him lounging on a chair cushion.
By then, we had named him Bastard Toadflax, after a wildflower Dad was talking about.
Lori took him over to a flower pot a bit later, and he was still there the next day.
We hope li'l Bastard has found a new home!
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