No more pond

In amongst ferns and other plants in our new garden, we discovered a pond -  and in it,  ‘Oh, look’, called someone, ‘tadpoles!’  I, being a fan of tadpoles from way back and being quite familiar with them from the dams and rivers around our old place of residence -  and also from being a teacher of very  little kids who almost always all adored raising tadpoles, I rushed to admire them. But something wasn’t right; they didn’t look like the tadpoles with which I was familiar. In fact, as one young man said, ‘They look evil!’
The penny dropped and I went to ask Mr Google Images about Cane Toad tadpoles. And there they were; pictures of these little evil-looking things. Black, not brown and mottled, plus possessing a pointy head, with bodies sort of  flat on the underside and rounded on top and, for some reason, quite unfriendly looking (if you can imagine an unfriendly looking tadpole!). So, that’s what we had in our new pond: Cane Toad babies. 
So the pond is no more. I won’t go into detail about how we dealt with the thousands of tadpoles. Suffice to say, they are no longer
living with us…nor with anyone for that matter. And the pond has been filled in with large rocks.
More on the parent Cane Toads another time.

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