Each spring when the weather gets warm, we always receive new pets, of sorts. Right outside our front door is a large hole under the brick, which makes a nice summer home for toads. They stay until late August, and then hop away until they're replaced again in the spring by new toads. We call our hole "Toad Hole," which is a play on the Wind in the Willows book, which talks about "Toad Hall." (Is that too geeky of a literary reference???) Anyway, John, who LOVES animals, always starts searching for the new toads on the first warm days of the year. Sure enough, he found a couple the other day, and chased them around until he caught one. He was so proud of himself!