Toadie is a mature, sedate guy. He sat motionless at my backyard and enjoyed the dusk breeze with nary a twitch. He must be surveying the evening activities with his dark gleaming eyes. I moved very close and yet he hardly gave any indication that he was aware of my presence. He only hopped off after I was done shooting him. The invasion of his last few inches of personal space must have finally rankled him.
"I'd kiss a frog even if there was no promise of a Prince Charming popping out.
I love frogs".
TO THE GIRLS OUT THERE:
To minimise your risks, it's FROGS that you should kiss, not TOADS.