I just remembered to put the bottles out for the milk man. Open front door, step out. Next thing
FWAP
the biggest fucking toad ever has LANDED ON MY ACTUAL FOOT.
I screamed a bit. The toad went "bwurk" the dog barked and ran and hid, the toad slid off when I tried to run away.
Milk bottles are now out.
The dog and I are now sat at opposite ends of the sofa avoiding eye contact and feeling like twats. 
So I shall simply cease forthwith utilising my front door after sunset and maintain my dignity. Ok?