Take my toad. Please.
You wouldn’t expect me to keep this at all, much less for the 5 years I’ve hung onto it. But there are memories attached–from a trip that I took with my son to Australia.
I don’t remember what kind of toad this is, but they’re native to Australia. One night, I almost jumped out of my skin when one of them jumped right in front of me.
This is not THAT toad—I ran away faster than he did. This is one of his cousins—slightly altered with a zipper in the back to make a little change purse.
I admit this is a really odd souvenir. But you know how teenage boys are. My son was 15 at the time. And he tried really hard to talk me out of buying this.
If you would like to have this item, please let me know in a comment. If you know someone else who might like it, I hope you’ll share this and let them know.
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