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Backstory: Mary leaves her gardening shoes on a low shelf outside the back door to reduce indoor chaff.

Yesterday I heard an utterly uncharacteristic shriek from the patio, followed by hysterical laughter:

The Garden Toad (or one of its relatives) decided her shoe was a perfect place to spend the day.

It seems there is nothing quite like sticking your foot in your shoe and having a toad underfoot.

I deposited the toad in the garden and encouraged it to find some bugs for lunch.

All parties emerged unscathed from the experience and seemed much happier with more interpersonal space.

Perhaps it is one of the cellular toad‘s descendants?

Update: It’s actually a tree frog and this is not the end of the story.