Did I just step on that?

The phone rings.

Kids screaming in the background.

Yell at kids to be quiet.

Answer phone.

Ben's Grandma.

Kid still yelling.

I step outside.

Wet.

Cold.

Squishy?

Look down.

Dead toad.

Smashed under my heal.

Trying not to freak out.

Still on the phone with Granny.

Thinking- some little boys in big trouble.

Remembering that little boy put a toad in fish tank yesterday.

Remembering seeing the toad floating upside down this morning.

Told little boy to throw dead toad outside.

He did.

Right out on the top of the stoop.

Waiting for me to step on.

Ewww.

Gross.

Can still feel it.

The way it felt under my heal.

The way it sprayed up on my other leg.

Another day as a mom to a little boy.

{I'm thinking that one of the toads in the jar from this picture  is the victim}