Yeah, I finally identified them a while back. When the wife and I first moved down here, I thought they were Fowler's Toads (hey, I'm just not an amphibian person!), so to this day we still call them "Fowler", not as an ID, but as a name.
It's pretty humorous to see three or four of them lined up outside the reptile building door, backs to the wall, waiting for a hand out. They learn pretty quickly how to get those yummy crickets handed to them.
A couple of nights ago, I walked over to the house late at night and there was a big eastern (ID?) toad sitting on the porch jumping up at the wall trying to grab what it thought was a bug just a little bit out of reach. It was just a black spec, and not a bug, but I figured I had better remove it before he hurt himself. And I did learn something interesting. I killed a big palmetto bug on the porch, and darned if that toad didn't eat it later on. I didn't realize they were scavengers, but I guess it is logical.
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