Abbie's Real Life Blog

I cut my foot open on Saturday night, right on the ball of my foot so that it’s painful to walk.  I didn’t need stitches, but I’m hobbling around like an idiot.  It’s a stupid and hilarious story, but it’s the kind of story that works best told verbally. 

Here’s the gist of it:  Tracy accidentally let a toad into the house while letting the dog back into the house for the night.  She screamed bloody murder and all of the rest of us (me and the cats) came to see what was up.  Tracy seemed to be completely frozen standing next to the sliding glass door, and the toad (which was rather large, maybe the size of a computer mouse, was sitting frozen on the floor a few feet away, between the door and one of the sofas.

Tracy has the terrible habit of becoming useless in a crisis, with the exception of shrieking at the top of her lungs.  It’s not exactly a great quality in a doctor, you would think, though she tends to be pretty calm at the sight of blood or in a medical emergency, but this kind of thing sends her over the edge.

I told her to keep the cats and dog from approaching the toad, and then I used one of the throw pillows on the couch to wave the toad back through the sliding glass door, where it then hopped away.

Everybody calmed down a lot, but Tracy then had to explain that she didn’t see the toad come in until it brushed across her foot, and then she thought it was a rat or a mouse.

At which point I start mocking her, asking if it looked like a rat or a mouse, since it was approximately the size and shape of a toad.  Also, I asked her, “did it hop?”

Then I jumped up and down a few times, while explaining that mice don’t hop and toads do hop, and in the future this might be a useful point for animal intruder identification.

At this point, I inadvertently jumped on top of a plastic scratching board (that was sitting in the living room because my sister was trying to convince the cats to claw it rather than the new slipcovers) and cut my foot rather badly.  I didn’t even realize it was cut until I noticed that I was leaving bloody footprints everywhere, and then it was quite a mess already.

Pretty stupid.