Over the weekend we went to a nature preserve for a hike. It was a prairie trail and there were all of these teeny juvenile toads all over the gravel (probably drawn to the warmth). I picked up and photographed several of them and skipped off in the benevolent afterglow of having communed with nature.
Then I got home and saw that my garage glue trap (intended to catch a very large and elusive spider) had instead trapped a baby toad.
I suck
