I opened the door to let the dogs out and Dudley went out. Murphy stood in the doorway, and I turned around to find him nose to nose with a small toad. Just checking each other out, you know. I scooped up the toad. It settled down in my hand and didn't struggle at all. I ordered both dogs to go in. Closed the door, and put young toad down in the grass. It (I can't identify toad gender in the daylight, let alone in the dark) hopped away.
So much better than chasing it around after it gets in and disappears under the bed. And infinitely better than finding a mummified dead toad (or worse, HALF a toad) in two weeks.
How do people who can't pick up amphibians and reptiles survive here? A male friend of mine won't pick up a lizard. I have to admit, I had serious doubts about his manhood after that. Any 5 year old girl will pick up an anole. I casually scoop them up like small reptilian kittens. I am at home with snakes, lizards, etc. But not with big ugly insects. Ugh. That's why I love snakes, lizards, etc., because the eat the things I hate.