"Buy me! Buy me!"
The Favorite Husband, who is a kindly sort, came home the other day, sighed, and announced, "I'm afraid I just accidentally ran over one of those little red efts in the driveway."
I responded sympathetically, with the observation that I was surprised it did not happen more often, because after a rain there are THOUSANDS of the little guys underfoot, and if you are in a car it would be terribly difficult to avoid them. Same with frogs. You'd never know amphibians are having a tough go of it worldwide, because we are still literally swarming with them when it rains, or early in the morning when they are (apparently) cavorting in the dew.
But nonetheless I felt bad for him, for he felt bad, because for some reason despite our driving about like mad we really don't have too many killings in the driveway. Last one I recall was a fairly large toad, and that was YEARS ago, and it was a fairly horrifying find, but I'm still measuring these events in close to DECADES. My theory is that there is no cover from the sun, so they are less likely to be out there in the first place. But what do I know.
Anyway, the Favorite Husband moped around and looked sad, but being the ever-observant scientist sort that he is, he could not help but add, "Oh, um, by the way--it turns out they're orange on the inside as well."
So now you know.