Congratulations, bigbad, and thanks, rossim. Thanks also to jws for the vote and to jono, fiery, and spike for the mentions.
Once when I was returning from a date with my now wife and we were approaching her mother's front door she let out a scream that could be heard in the next zipcode. When my heartbeat returned and I asked what had prompted this, she said, "It was a hoppy toad." I couldn't imagine how something one called a hoppy toad could be so terrifying. I think toads are endearing; they look wise and all-knowing. They used to be everywhere in New England but they're disappearing; I've only seen a couple of them in our dooryard over the past few decades. I really miss them.