Do you ever get the feeling you should have done something right away when your gut was telling you to? Coulda-shoulda-woulda kind of thing.
Not everyone knows this, but I have toads in the basement. I don't know where they come from, but I don't mind them there. I'm sure they get a few bugs every now and then. So, every once in a while I'll see one that has come out of hiding from Toadville. I've gotten acquainted with a few over the years. In fact, last year I put one out in the garden because I figured he was getting too big for his confines.
This morning I came across a small toad that I had never seen before. Since I was working in the basement we crossed paths several times; where he was venturing I'll never know. Something was telling me to put him outside where he could dig in the dirt, and catch more bugs than he could dream. Yeah, I coulda done that. But I didn't.
When I was finished in the basement I headed outside, which by the way, is nice and sunny today. A far cry from all the rain we've had lately. Well, anyway, a couple of hours pass and I head back in the house and down to the basement. I'm used to walking down there without the lights on. Now, keep in mind I'm barefoot; I don't like to wear shoes unless I have to. Can you see where I'm heading with this? I shoulda turned the lights on. But I didn't.
So, what does a person do when they walk barefoot into a dark basement, and they step on an unsuspecting toad? Well, I'll tell ya what to do. First, you yell at the stupid toad they shouldn't have been in the middle of the stinkin' floor! Then, you get a grip and try to get the "feeling" of the toad off your foot. Then scoop him up in a dustpan and throw him outside to the chickens.
Life on the funny farm.