Friday, July 22, 2011
Photo Phriday: Commensal
She hops up onto the back deck -- three steps up -- nearly every night, and stations herself by the glass door. There she picks off the bugs that hit the window and drop. I leave a light on in the kitchen for her, and try to remember to close the door so that she has maximum dinner-collection area, and also so I don't step in toad shit in the kitchen.
I bring her stinkbugs and Junebugs -- but never fireflies -- and she now hops towards me when she sees me coming out.
She's the only being I've ever seen who will eat a second stink bug.
The dogs have been lounging on the deck late nights in the heat. They politely give her a couple feet of space near the door, and she pays them no mind.
Everyone should have a porch toad.