Toadal misadventure

This morning T discovered a toad-in-the-bowl*.

Don't ask why there was a glass bowl still outside from our last bbq, nor why it was partially filled with rain-water and seed-peas, I should only have to look askance at you. Tidy is not my middle name. If it's not messy in the room I happen to be in, then mess does not exist.

I'm not sure how el Toado got into the bowl in the first place. Maybe it had been watching too much Mission Impossible.

*'Scuse the pun.