When it got cold (below freezing which is crazy right now, especially considering it’s been 100 degrees again) a couple of weeks ago I decided to bring in my container garden and a couple of pots of Portulaca to save them for the warmer weather we knew would be back.
I brought in the metal trough I have planted and then I go and pick up the two pots of Portulaca. I bring them in and set them on the floor and all of a sudden one of the plants just falls out of the pot. Hmmm, I don’t think I tipped it over and it’s been growing for months so shouldn’t have just fallen out. All of a sudden soil bursts out of the pot and startles me and then a toad comes with it. It’s Mr. Toad. He merrily hops (or is scared to death) out the door back outside. Poor Mr Toad. I was disturbing his home. I decide to take the pots back out and turn a metal tub over them so Mr Toad could have a warm place to hide. Thank God it was not a snake.
I get up and come down the stairs to hear what all the thumping is about. Oh my, there’s a dead mouse. That’s the first mouse in the house since I’ve moved in and the cats decided they had to sleep in the house. (I did have one I caught when I first bought the house). Good kitties, doing their job. A couple of weeks later, more thumping. Another dead mouse. Good kitties. Now while watching TV I think I hear something. Oh no, more mice? I haven’t seen any more but what could it be? Over a week I keep thinking I hear something but there is nothing there. The cats are sniffing around but never come up with anything. Hey, you guys. Do your job. Why aren’t you finding anything? I’m walking from the kitchen through the dining room and see something. Oh, what is it? It’s a toad. How did a toad get in the house? I go put on my hazmat gloves (see previous blogs for hazmat suit) and try to catch the toad. Boy is he fast. Where did he go? Oh, there he is under the desk. Ok, I must admit I’m getting old and I just got to the point where I can bend over again. I try to bend over and reach for the toad but he’s too fast for me. I go to get a broom so maybe I can sweep him from under the desk. Ok, where did he go? I go get the flashlight so I can see under the desk and everywhere. Ah, now he is trying to get under the cabinet. NO, do not go there. I am in no mood to have to move it to get you out. Hah, I block him with the broom. Now he’s in a place where I can almost reach him. Nope, can’t bend over, grab him and stand back up without using both arms to push me up. Arrrggghhh, it’s terrible getting old. Ok, I lose him again. Ok, now I find him again. I finally catch him in the dustpan with the broom and get him outside. Poor little guy. Whew, glad that is over.
Next night….it’s dusk outside and all of a sudden I hear this crazy loud noise. I have no idea what it is but it’s a sound I’ve never heard before. Right outside the back door. I go to the door and turn on the back porch light. The cats are approaching something and then jumping back like they are scared. Oh crap. I think it might be a rattlesnake. I just can’t describe what it sounds like but I think that might be what one sounds like. I get a flashlight so I can see what might up against the door outside. I’m looking and I see something but, thank God it’s not a snake. It’s a weird looking bug about two inches long. I grab my phone and take picture. What the heck? Oh, I think it’s a cicada. I have always tried to see one but I thought they were little small things. Well, you’ve never heard such a noise until you’ve heard one while it’s on cement. Scared the crap out of me. They are much bigger than I thought too.
Next day……the cat is sniffing around the bbq. What’s that ole blue? Something under the bbq? I lift it up and the cat springs into action and has a mouse in his mouth. What’s with the mice this year? He runs away with his prize but then Bruiser (who thinks he is the king) takes it away and before long they are vying for the prize.
What’s that Squeaky, you want outside? Ok, there you go. What’s that Sweet Pea, you’re sleeping on your bed? What’s that noise? The paper attached to my loom is moving and making sounds and I know it’s not the cats. Ok, not a small sound, a big sound. Sounds too big to be a mouse. I walk over and don’t see anything. I rattle the paper and find nothing. Hmmm. Oh, what was that? It’s Mr Toad. How and why are the toads coming into the house? Occasionally I leave the kitchen door open and since we know I’ve needed to replace the screen door forever (yes, it’s on the list) it must have hopped in. A few days ago…..What is this stuff on the floor? Looks like one of the cats has a little problem and has dropped some dried poop along the way. I check them both. Nope, all is clean. Oh well, they must have taken care of the problem. I go to put on my hazmat gloves to get the toad. This one is not so blocked in so I think I can grab him and take him outside. Ok, got my gloves on. Now, where did he go? I look and look. Ok, the poop was a few days ago so how long has this guy been in the house? I hear thumping from the other side of the room. Wow, he was fast. I go and am searching. Where is the little bugger? I see three poops in the bathroom doorway. Ah, that’s what that was. Who knew toad poop was so big? I’ve been seeing it outside and wondered why all of a sudden the cats were leaving it around on the sidewalk. Anyway…. don’t see Mr Toad. All of a sudden he jumps near the bathroom door. HAH, got you. Thank goodness he was in the doorway so I don’t have to get down on my hands and knees to get him. He’s outside and happy again (I hope).
I’m telling my neighbor that I’ve had three toads living outside that I know of and what are the chances two of them get in the house. She has decided they might be prince charming. HAHAHA
That’s the end of the critter excitement for now.