Previously I wrote about the cane toad getting in the house and settling into the master bedroom and bathroom.  I did try to catch him several times but could not.

So when I went home for my dad's birthday and was going to be gone for a few days I set off the most powerful bug bomb I could find it was called Def-Con something in the master bathroom.  My assumption was that he would wither up and die.

The night I got back from my trip I was getting ready for bed and I saw the toad all curled up in a fetal position by the shower.  He was deathly pale and not moving. I put a paper towel over my hand and was going to pick him up to dispose of him

and he puffed up to three times his size and started secreting that nasty stuff again . . . .

 So I threw him in the toilet hoping to flush him out to sea Nemo style to terrorize other woodland or river creatures.

Got up this morning to go to the restroom and there he was and still is ... sitting in the toilet water staring at me with his bulging eyes and ridges on his head secreting poison in his fury.  I slammed down the toilet lid trapping him in the bowl.

Tyler got up and I told her to use the guest bathroom on the other side of the house. She asked why and I said the toad is in the toilet still.

She ran out of the room screaming.

I am naming the cane toad Jason and getting him a hockey mask for Halloween.

I have to get rid of him or I can't get my dog back.  My ex- is keeping the dog at his home and calling it the safe house.