A SHUDDER SWEPT THROUGH my body as I gently wrapped my hand around him. The latex providing a barrier between my skin and his. I’d heard the average length was 15 cm but this one had to be longer than that. It was massive. I needed two hands. My fingertips brushed the bony ridge as I gripped it more tightly. I released my left hand, maintaining control with my right. Even in the dim lighting I was certain, I didn’t need a bright light to know his skin was brown. And warty. I reached into the black plastic garbage bag and dropped the cane toad inside. One down, so many more to go.
“Ooo, another one.” Janice directed her torch beam into the grass. We’d been paired up at the toad busting briefing and were working as a team. East Point parklands were gorgeous during the day but everything was
