Toad Hospital

I have come to the conclusion that my dear son Braxton has grown since my last post. He has gone from not knowing what buzzards and snakes are, to forming his very own toad frog hospital. That is an accomplishment.

I went outside this evening to find tackle scattered all over our garage floor. The only son outside at this point was Braxton, so I asked him about it. He wasn't very forthcoming at first, but pretty soon I figured out that the tackle in the tackle box had been replaced by something else. After inquiring a few times, he brought to me his tackle box, but instead of the usual hooks and lures, there sat a couple of toad frogs...and...band aids. He proceeded to tell me that he had found these poor infirm toads in need of medical assistance, (not his words) so he provided it for them. I asked him about the band aids scattered around the bottom of the tackle box, and obviously that was the only medical assistance Dr. Harrell was able to provide at the time. And also obviously, band aids don't stick very well to toad frogs, unfortunately.

But not only that, it seems he made a few friends from our amphibious world. He had another few over to the side that weren't in need of medical care. He was just watching and playing with them whenever he could get a break from the more needy toads.

Afterward:
I am pleased to report that the toad hospital has now been dismantled, as both patients are now feeling better. Dr. Harrell has been outside to check on them several times since their discharge.