My workshop borders the Wallkill Valley Rail Trail, a 22 mile linear park that runs along a former railroad rail corridor. Our little stretch of trail travels through a woody and often wet section populated by magically friendly toads who occasionally hop all the way across the lawn and parking lot and wait for me by the door to my shop. They don't seem fearful or stressed, just curious and a little bit judgey.
I usually carry them back to the woods but now that spring is officially here, I'm going to add a little toad house so they can wait safely. Toad houses offer protection from the sun, predators and my dog, a known toad licker. I don't know if they'll use it. I have long experience with purely aspirational wild creature houses (I'm looking at you bat house!) but I'm hoping this one will work.
It's tempting to move some of these toads to my home garden because they are avid slug eaters and yes, I have slugs. Lots of them. But this is where these toads have chosen to live and instinct will guide them back, no matter how many juicy slugs they find in my distant garden. A small toad bravely hopping back to his home is at considerable risk of death so instead I will fancy up the parking lot and keep my work toads happy and safe in their own backyard.