When I went out my back gate this morning to pull weeds out in front of my driveway again — all this rain we’re having is making it impossible to keep ahead of the growth, especially since I’m used to a drier and sunnier climate — I got a glimpse of movement. It took me a while to see the culprit because it looked like nothing more than a clod of dirt, but then I looked closer and realized what it was.
Seeing a toad is good luck, not just because it’s a rare occurrence for me, but because toads prey on various insects, and all this moisture is bringing the insects out in force. I was bedeviled by gnats when I was out, and I’ve already been bitten by mosquitoes a couple of times. Despite the toad being a good omen, I have a hunch the mosquitoes will make this a miserable summer, though I do have insect repellent for my face and hands and I will spray my clothes to add a different layer of protection.
But that’s a problem for another day.
Today I just want to enjoy knowing that a toad visited my yard.
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