Catching Toads  I'm fishing with my dad, my sister Ramona, and Tom, my co-worker from Fishing Haven. We're on a porch in school. Around the porch is shallow, weedy water that we fish in. We catch toads and frogs. The toads are three or four inches long and wide: very big. I am going to hook a toad, and then it is a lure, and I try to thread a huge orange and yellow jig head into it. The jig (I think, or the toad?) cracks.  Cancer is the worst epidemic of the century. I hear something about Ebola, and how fast it is spreading. My dad is on the phone. I catch a toad in a net, and then a frog. My friend's father, Brian Otis, is there, walking around to the neighbor's houses, surveying. I tell him to be careful that he doesn't scare the frog and the salamander under the porch that he is standing on, because we're trying to catch them.