There are some things about gardening that I don’t like. Really. Weeding isn’t one of them.
Today I came across a volunteer potato plant while I was weeding. The vine was dying off so I thought I’d dig up and see if there were any potatoes. I started finding a couple decent size red potatoes.
Then as I stuck the shovel into the ground I heard a big chirp and out from the dirt pops this little toad…fresh from having his back leg amputated.
I feel awful. I know it’s only a little toad…but still…
**** WOE ****