The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.
I certainly do my best to be hospitable.
And there's that slug. Thaxter writes:
It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.
Agreed.
Hours later, when I walked by the spot where I'd seen him earlier, he was nearly buried in a little hole in the dirt. I hope he takes refuge here and emerges next spring, as Thaxter describes:
Early in April, as I was vigorously hoeing in a corner, I unearthed a huge toad, to my perfect delight and satisfaction; he had lived all winter, he had doubtless fed on slugs all the autumn. I could have kissed him on the spot.