tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post4870007593831340142..comments2024-03-10T03:35:38.987-07:00Comments on Aunt Debbi"s Garden: Toad Up Pant Leg, No I am Not Kidding or Copying SilenceAunt Debbi/kurts momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-35670466462940039102008-06-15T17:31:00.000-07:002008-06-15T17:31:00.000-07:00Hi garden girl. Have you ever accidentally steppe...Hi garden girl. Have you ever accidentally stepped on a slug with your bare foot? I have and it was the grossest thing ever.Aunt Debbi/kurts momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-72314480321748831162008-06-15T16:22:00.000-07:002008-06-15T16:22:00.000-07:00Sorry about the fright! I'm sure it would have st...Sorry about the fright! I'm sure it would have startled me first, then I would have picked it up and introduced myself. I love amphibians, most reptiles too. They are the most curious-looking creatures. <BR/><BR/>I was very excited to find a toad in the garden this week. He was visiting my little ceramic turtles. I hope he's finding lots of big fat slugs. <BR/><BR/>Slugs are just plain gross, and I hate when one gets stuck on my finger when I'm playing in the garden. I can't squish them though, no matter how disgusting they are they're even more disgusting smashed.garden girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13284047851881823280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-51768892180704163752008-06-13T14:39:00.000-07:002008-06-13T14:39:00.000-07:00Hi Charlotte, Snuck over to GBVC and looked up yo...Hi Charlotte, Snuck over to GBVC and looked up your name. No lurking. Just kidding, lurk all you like. I do it all the time. This blog is not ment to cause PTSD, but you never know what's going to happen next.Aunt Debbi/kurts momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-89473218102704265802008-06-13T14:08:00.000-07:002008-06-13T14:08:00.000-07:00Im getting post traumatic stress just reading thes...Im getting post traumatic stress just reading these comments. I only blog about vegetables and nice things like that....!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-51605250677870763072008-06-13T13:44:00.001-07:002008-06-13T13:44:00.001-07:00on it, not up it. Up it would have been very very...on it, not up it. Up it would have been very very bad.Aunt Debbi/kurts momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-492397593609607412008-06-13T13:44:00.000-07:002008-06-13T13:44:00.000-07:00Hi ofb, go rest now. This comments on this post w...Hi ofb, go rest now. This comments on this post will be over soon and we can put this horrible chapter behind us. <BR/><BR/>Hi Sherry, I should have figured you would love toads. I once walked into a college class with a bumble bee hanging on my skirt.Aunt Debbi/kurts momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-15153116093009230332008-06-13T12:32:00.000-07:002008-06-13T12:32:00.000-07:00Oh! What fun! I love toads! Much better than the...Oh! What fun! I love toads! Much better than the cicada killer that flew up my skirt one day.Sherry at the Zoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087213659575570975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-58079016315581392442008-06-13T12:04:00.000-07:002008-06-13T12:04:00.000-07:00Okay, rat up trousers wins. Toads, bugs? Forget it...Okay, rat up trousers wins. Toads, bugs? Forget it. Rats. RATS!!!!! I think I have to lie down now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-53292819969348654502008-06-13T11:49:00.000-07:002008-06-13T11:49:00.000-07:00That can't be right.That can't be right.Aunt Debbi/kurts momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-59358233087445457652008-06-13T11:33:00.000-07:002008-06-13T11:33:00.000-07:00I once had a rat up my trousers. Which was HORRIBL...I once had a rat up my trousers. Which was HORRIBLE!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-20486376152548006242008-06-13T11:10:00.000-07:002008-06-13T11:10:00.000-07:00Yes brenda, it was creepy. Hi sis, glad it was me...Yes brenda, it was creepy. <BR/><BR/>Hi sis, glad it was me an not you.Aunt Debbi/kurts momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-69392777798860760152008-06-13T08:06:00.000-07:002008-06-13T08:06:00.000-07:00I am cringing just thinking about the toad inciden...I am cringing just thinking about the toad incident. I would need some serious therapy given my amphibian phobia. Once I accidently kicked a toad with my bare feet and came in the house and cried.Mom's the Wordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00665656967130760178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-88835613469608175332008-06-13T07:22:00.000-07:002008-06-13T07:22:00.000-07:00I don't blame you! The stuff of nightmares! Creepy...I don't blame you! The stuff of nightmares! Creepy, crawl nightmares! <BR/>BrendaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-35171436642843797942008-06-13T06:15:00.000-07:002008-06-13T06:15:00.000-07:00ofb, they would like a toad shaped pizza or cake. ...ofb, they would like a toad shaped pizza or cake. We are going to have to come up with something different. I think I will just pants them. <BR/><BR/>Joy, So very glad you were not the victim. Toad guts, very very bad. But that was a fun visual.Aunt Debbi/kurts momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05663049154538571378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-44051930566582345342008-06-13T04:41:00.000-07:002008-06-13T04:41:00.000-07:00Debbie ... you are a better gardening woman than I...Debbie ... you are a better gardening woman than I ! .. the toad would not live with me having been its target .. not that I would intenionally kill it .. I would drop on it in a fit of shock .. poor thing would be squished .. then when conscious again, with said toad's innards on me, I would picth a fit screaming until the guys with the tight fitting WHITE jackets would come to haul me away to the funny farm .. it would be weeks, months, possibly years before I could stop screaming ... hum ? sounds like a movie in the making .. inside Joy's "Horrific TOAD Delusions" via what was left of her brain ?<BR/><BR/>EEEEUUUUUWWWWW !!!!!!CanadianGardenJoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18130452541076704075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5914810585595300402.post-51179918862250715672008-06-13T04:39:00.000-07:002008-06-13T04:39:00.000-07:00Oh, no! That's a new one! I actually love toads an...Oh, no! That's a new one! I actually love toads and kept them as pets when I was little, but even I wouldn't have wanted one crawling up my leg. Sadly, we don't seem to have a lot of them around here, so I'm always thrilled to death when I find one, as I did the other evening among the morning glories. Bad toad! bad Monkeys!!! Maybe you could get revenge by making them a toad-shaped pizza... or chocolate cake. My first attempt at a from-scratch chocolate cake, when I was in college, did look awfully toad-like, now that I think about it...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com