A three toad mow

Whenever I mow the lawn, I get to commune with my slimy buddies who live in a mushy bit of leafs that was probably once a border. Normally I only get to meet one, but today was officially a 'three toad mow'.

Getting progressively smaller, the last toad I met was about a quarter the length of my little finger, and very cute. When I tried to usher it towards the mushy bed, it hopped up my arm, which may be the first time I've felt something combine damp and slimy with tickly. Odd, but pleasing!