Putty is a toad. He lives under my deck box. During daylight he is mostly out from under it. Totally not afraid of us. Named him Putty due to his color.
-- Edited by I know what to do_sometimes on Monday 3rd of September 2018 02:14:00 PM
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
We had a turtle that hung out in our ditch. It had a deep scar on its shell, most likely from a lawn mower. We called him slingblade.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Awww! We have something living under the porch but who knows what. I hear scratching all the time but never see anything
Oh, that's a ghost!
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I just went out on the deck, drip drying from going in my friend's pool. Putty came out and hopped across the deck. Apparently he is a night feeder. Gave me the chance to wash the window at least. Had to move the deck box to do so. Moved it back. Both Putty and I are good.
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Our frogs come out at night, too. The pool light attracts bugs and the frogs go after the bugs. We have little frog pad for the frogs so they can get out of the pool once they fall in.
DH wanted to use the toads that live here for fishing bait. I cried. The grand's brought my toads back, since Papa was housing them in a huge tub at their home. Yay, my toads are making noise again.
Never thought of naming them. Hmm..
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DH wanted to use the toads that live here for fishing bait. I cried. The grand's brought my toads back, since Papa was housing them in a huge tub at their home. Yay, my toads are making noise again.
Never thought of naming them. Hmm..
Haven't seen Putty since he hopped off the deck last night. I am sad but have hopes he will be back!
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
