The friend was thankfully unharmed (as was George). In fact the only one who seemed to suffer through the ordeal was me as I chased a toad around my dining room with a glass bowl! George (locked in the hallway with shoes aplenty) was his usual dazed and confused self. The vet assured me that the wailing that ensued was simply George upset about losing yet another friend and not a result of toxic toad slime. He searched the garden for about an hour before trotting back in to tell me off and chew a cardigan. Throughout the evening he would stop and grumble in my general direction every 20 minutes or so. I gave him a broad bean and he forgave me. He's easily pleased.
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