Isn't there something in the Bible about a plague of toads being a sign of the apocalypse?
I swear there's something in there about it.
Katie sent me out on a walk tonight because my steps have been pitiful of late. So I went. I'm on it now. I forgot headphones, though, so I've just been thinking.
In the midst of contemplating starting a podcast, something hopped away from my right foot in the dark. It was a little, mottled toad.
Then, about a quarter mile later, another one hopped away. Thirty feet later, a third. Fifty feet later, I found two more.
What the devil?
Or perhaps that's exactly it... The Devil!
Perhaps this is Mother Nature's way of saying I shouldn't do a podcast. Since diverting my attention away from podcasting and focusing more on the idea of toads, I haven't seen a single one.
Let's test the theory.
Does anyone want to co-host a podcast with me?
THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!
Might be time to head home, though.