On hot summer nights, when the rain is falling and the pavement is still warm to the touch…
they come out and lay on the road. Dozens of them. They only have one apparent wish. To DIE!
Does the warm pavement feel good on their bellies? Are they depressed over ozone depletion? We may never know – they’re not telling.
UPDATE: I forgot to mention, no toads were harmed in the documenting of this bizarre phenomenon. In fact, it often takes the documentor forever to get to the end of the street because he keeps stopping the car and shooing the toad to the side of the road.