Stories

So I'm back, with part 2 of my saga.  But before I launch into this, I must
type a disclaimer:  I am a very blunt, down-to-earth type of person, and I'm
a CNA - nothing grosses me out.  So if you are the squeemish type, you
probably should avoid reading this, though it will be very educational! 

When it comes to creepie crawlies, I consider myself a very tolerant person, especially for a girl.  I don't scream when I see a spider or snake, (in fact I don't scream for practically any reason, and girls that do frankly get on my nerves! no offence anyone!) or run away from a lizard.  I at least tolerate most creepy crawlies.  However, they do have this one annoying problem in common:  they like to pop out at the most annoying times and at least try to scare people.  Thus the reason why I can't stand the one critter I hate: Toads.  and frogs too, but they arn't as bad. I could be walking calmly down a path, enjoying the evening cool, when all of a sudden, HOP!  right in front of me, a "rock" moves.  I mean, how freeky is that!?  (but I still don't scream!)  So that is why, when I found a gargantious granddaddy toad residing in front of my house, I asked him to leave, and not so nicely.  In fact, I even ushered him, with the help of a long stick, from his residence in my gate ditch to a new home across the street.  But this guy was huge!  He was the size of a volley ball!... ok... a grapefruit!... ok fine, just a large orange size.  But that's still way to big for my comfort.