I like reading the progression of other's thoughts. And that was a lovely circular path you lead us on.
My own toad story is not so nice. We have plenty of frogs and toads as there are many trees and a sizable pond in the backyard. I was stepping out of my father's truck one night, facing the cab as I descended and I felt a crunch as I put my put my foot down. When I realized I had crushed a toad, I was hysterical. I was miserable with guilt. I was the child that watched her steps on the sidewalk as to not crush any ants. The magnitude of killing a toad was awful. I could only hope at the end that his death was swift and relatively painless as only a foot from the sky can be. Of course, my family members still remind me. Whenever we see a toad or frog and it begins hopping away, they usually comment that my reputation must have proceeded me as the toad-killer.
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My own toad story is not so nice. We have plenty of frogs and toads as there are many trees and a sizable pond in the backyard. I was stepping out of my father's truck one night, facing the cab as I descended and I felt a crunch as I put my put my foot down. When I realized I had crushed a toad, I was hysterical. I was miserable with guilt. I was the child that watched her steps on the sidewalk as to not crush any ants. The magnitude of killing a toad was awful. I could only hope at the end that his death was swift and relatively painless as only a foot from the sky can be. Of course, my family members still remind me. Whenever we see a toad or frog and it begins hopping away, they usually comment that my reputation must have proceeded me as the toad-killer.