The friends I was staying with have a resident toad. He took up residency a year ago in a discarded paint tin which had been thrown out by the decorators and which had landed on its side amongst the undergrowth under some palms. In time part of the tin (the ceiling, like) rusted, so they gave it a roof of an old flip-flop. And there he is, during the day, coming out at night to go a-courting and protect his hosts from all the biting nasties that there are around, meanwhile, of course, getting bigger and bigger..
To hear Peggy, my friend, after dark, go out into the garden asking if anyone had seen her 'Big Willie' is a memory not to be quickly forgotten ;D ;D ;D - Lish