This is how I’m going to interact with nature from now on. I want all toads to have good self-esteem.
This is a toad that some of my friends and I took pictures of while we were on a nature walk. I noticed him under a leaf, and he obligingly hopped out and posed like this while we snapped cell phone photos of him like demented herpetological paparazzi. What a star.
I’m on this gay werewolf kick, and a friend linked me to this. It is the adventures of Buster Wilde, grumpy straight man by day, gay party wolf by night. It’s both an adorable comic and an interesting metaphor for being closeted.