Cute. Hard to tell from the pic, but is she/he big, or BIG?

I have to be careful to keep a lid on our waterbutt, or it traps toads that have migrated from the drystone walls and can’t get out because of the steep sides (lord knows how they get there—I know they can jump, obviously, but we’re talking three feet straight up or a four-foot drop from on high).

No casualties yet, but it would be tragic and highly unpleasantly smelly if I made an unwelcome discovery.

I’d say it’s a medium-sized frog—half the size of a fist?

We do have some extremely large frogs and toads around here, and they turn up in the most unlikely places. I’m still traumatized by an incident several years ago in which a Cuban tree frog leapt up out of a toilet.

I have no idea if it somehow swam up through the pipes or was already in the house and decided to use the toilet for a swimming pool. All I know is I will never, ever sit without looking. Ever.

Betty, that’s not so bad. When I was young and poor and living in a basement apartment I had a rat come up the toilet.

I found it in the middle of the night because I was peeing on his head. In the dark.

OMFG, Justlen. I bet the therapy bills were enormous. For both of you.

Ok, y’all could have put up a trigger warning before the comments here.  I’ll never sleep or eliminate ever again.

I’m still traumatized by an incident several years ago in which a Cuban tree frog leapt up out of a toilet.

Queen Betty C. Dethroned by Communist Ambush.

That’s one emo looking frog.  I bet it was a lot happier looking before you called it a racist.

Our current one doesn’t do it (yet), but our old cat had a habit of using the toilet as a drinking fountain.

Rounding the corner into the loo, all too often to be confronted by a rather large black arse taking up all the available space, you soon learned to steel yourself in the dark of night, despite any bleariness, and carry out a sweep of the space above the pedestal before relieving yourself, for fear of furry guerrilla reprisals and lifelong recriminations.

I’m still traumatized by an incident several years ago in which a Cuban tree frog leapt up out of a toilet.

Reason No. 389 why I live in Colorado.

When I was young and poor and living in a basement apartment I had a rat come up the toilet.

Reason No. 390.

take it to another level and put an Octenol dispersant near the frog and he may eat himself to death.