I’ve become accustom to a small visitor in my bathroom. Every night a small toad appears. He works hard, eating the crickets that have also weaseled their way into my tent while I brush my teeth. Occasionally I rig things a bit, urging the crickets in the toad’s direction. He seems to appreciate the favor and is willing to eat even with me nearby. I can always tell when he has eaten since a loud smack precedes each attack as his tongue comes snapping out and in.
For a while I wondered how he was getting in, then yesterday I got my answer. The shower drain isn’t so much of a drain as it is a hole in the tent, even the sink water is simply filtered towards the hole with a small hose. Last night as I took my shower I happened to peak down and see the tiny face of a toad trying to squeeze through. He seemed a bit unnerved by the shower water pouring down on him and I worried a bit about his soap exposure. He left, but returned soon after I finished to sit in the remaining water on the tiles and begin his nightly ritual of hunting crickets.
It seems that my tent has become a popular toad hangout as last night I discovered not one but two toads. The word must be getting out.