The thumping mystery explained I gave him a cold drink and he explained that he had to take out the big cinder blocks that are in the bed to make way for dirt - after all how many plants can grow primarily on cinder blocks (lichen takes a while!!). He then told me that every time he took out a cinder block he would find a toad living in it. We both agreed this is a bit bizarre. When I saw him later on that night at the bar, he told Dazza and I that one of neighbours claims that the abundance of toads means that someone who lives in the house must be a witch. That means either our next door neighbour who is a Tulane grad student or Dazza or myself.
We do have second sight that runs in our family but "witch" that's bizarre. I do seem to attract toads - see my post from Miami (although I mistakenly called it a frog..). Maybe I need a voodoo consultation.
My favourite poet also had a thing for toads:
ToadStop looking like a purse. How could a purse
squeeze under the rickety door and sit,
full of satisfaction, in a man's house?
You clamber towards me on your four corners —
right hand, left foot, left hand, right foot.
I love you for being a toad,
for crawling like a Japanese wrestler,
and for not being frightened.
I put you in my purse hand, not shutting it,
and set you down outside directly under
A jewel in your head? Toad,
you've put one in mine,
a tiny radiance in a dark place.
By Norman MacCaig