If anyone has been to Pilar, Paraguay for more than 24 hours then they will know exactly what I'm talking about when I say enormous freaking toad in the calle. It's not normal how many toads there are here. Or how big they are. Or how big they are. Or how freaking huge they are. I'm torn by wanting to beat them with a stick until they're nothing but toady pulp (hence the title of this post) and running for my life.
I've invented a game for myself over these last couple of months. It's called, How much can you squish the toad with your shoe before freaking out and running away.
I'm such a terrible person. These toads have done nothing to me.. except for lurk in all corners everywhere in Pilar. With beady eyes. And bumpy skin. I'm like shuddering just thinking about them.
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