Frogs and toads were always a cool thing to find as a kid. They would hop when you poked them in the behind and they stuck to things. There was one year though where some sort of perfect storm happened in the breeding climate of the local toad population. You could hardly walk anywhere without stepping on one. The roads developed into an M.C. Escher horror movie of little toad silhouettes and skeletons intertwined into a never ending layer of browns and greens.

Today’s Biff celebrates.