I was walking at a favorite park with my friend when we spotted a toad.
Having fed plenty of grasshoppers to spiders, I decided to expand my resume by trying to feed a toad.
I found a sacrificial cricket nearby.
I detest crickets and have never tried to capture one with my bare hands. Normally I would shriek at the thought. But it was a small one. I convinced myself it wasn’t as horrible as a full size cricket. And for a chance to feed a toad, it’s worth it.
I flung the cricket near the toad and missed my target.
Determined, I stalked my next prey — a grasshopper.
With the grasshopper in my hand, I approached the toad and said, “give us a good show.”
I tossed the grasshopper near the toad. The toad grabbed it and held it. I was stunned.
I took plenty of photos from a distance and inched my way closer and closer. I managed to get down on my knees, holding the camera phone a few inches from the spectacle.
Satisfied with my collection of photos, I got up and thanked the toad.
As if to demonstrate he understood, the toad tossed the grasshopper aside.
And that is the story of how I became the Toad Whisperer. 😉
Photo credits: Tore Bellis took the photos of me (and my shadow)