Traumatization

I don't often have polls on my blog, but the event that took place at my home this evening certainly merits one.

You tell me, who do you believe was subject to the highest degree of traumatization this evening?

Anna: Screaming bloody murder because the GIANT toad she went to observe after Ryan's family discovered it as they were walking to their car was jumping, or should I say leaping, straight towards her and she had no where to run to protect her and her baby.
Clara: Screaming hysterically because for no apparent reason, her mother was screaming louder than she'd ever heard her scream before as she held Clara tight.
The Inside Crowd: Opening the front door to see what the commotion was and having the trusty toad invite himself in (at which point he might have morphed from the trusty toad to the toad from you-know-where).
Jason: Picking up the toad to remove him (obviously it's a him, no female thing is that disgusting) from his (Jason's) home, where he (trusty toad) had truly violated more than one 'no trespassing' law. Furthermore, having venom get all over his hand and dripping onto everything below.
Angela: Having to wear flip flops that were beneath the dripping venom trail.
The Toad: Soaring through the air onto the lawn for doing nothing but what he was made to do - hop and secrete venom when threatened.

We're pretty sure the trusty toad is actually a Sonoran Desert Toad. And thank goodness none of us are dogs because apparently their venom kills dogs. Next time this happens, I'll have a jar handy to catch the venom. Some say their venom has caused awesome hallucinations in humans.