Well, I rescued two separate frogs from being run over last week, if that helps? It's spring, so the frogs that matured in previous years were taking advantage of the rainy evening to migrate back to local ponds to spawn. Unfortunately, none of the frogs seem to know to wait until after humans are done commuting, so I had to scoop them up off the road, and on to the other side in the direction they were going.
Note: I think they were Common Frogs because of their skin, which was characteristically damp. The British common toad has drier skin, and is, in my own limited experience, also slower, making the species far less challenging to catch and rescue from traffic.
In an amusing coincidence, I had to pause this post while I went on an unexpected night-time walk to take another frog in the direction of the nearest body of water, this time because it had been brought into the house by my bewildered cat. Cat is now even more bewildered, because she cannot figure out where the frog is. It's where every creature you bring me goes, girl: back outside!