Go over here and read about Fretful Porpentine's troubles with toads (or frogs, whatever). Heee! I am amused.
And while we're on the topic I'll post one of my favorite poems, which indeed could be retitled "Why I Do Not Go Camping Although I Would Love To In Theory." (Maybe I should quote from Aristophanes's The Frogs, instead? Brek-kek-kek-kek-koax, koax!)
DEATH OF A NATURALIST
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
© 1987 Seamus Heaney