My sister had to call someone to come fish a *toad* out of her swimming pool.
I grew up running around with handfuls of rat snakes, much to my dad’s horror.
Dad was both proud and baffled.
I became everything he thought I should be but with my own unique twist.
*He* was terrified of snakes and I loved them.
He never carried home “pet groundhogs” [and other unwilling mammals] but I did, all the time.
He called me “Ellie May”.
;D