I really like walking at night. This has been true of me for a very long time. This also leads to some really odd thoughts whilst walking.
Not the least of which being a knee-jerk reaction of hatred towards all toads that I see in my path – something that I absolutely picked up in Australia. I know this, because every time I see a toad, I want to kick it, and my brain gets completely overwhelmed by a single thought, as if it were flashing in neon lights:
FUCKIN’ CANE TOADS!!!
Then I remember:
I live in Texas now. These are not cane toads. Move along.