Love, love, love.
The other night, after dark, I walked down to the front door of my apartment building.
Sitting there on the porch, fat and brown and bumpy, was a toad.
He was tucked away in a corner, just in front of the door, surrounded by gnats and spiderwebs. I crouched in the doorway next to him and watched and cooed and giggled every time he nabbed a fly.
It was delightful. I probably could have sat there all night watching him.
(via inkbatts)