Charles Lives !!!!!!!!!

A few posts ago, I relayed the story of the pool that went bad. Real bad.
So bad, the neighbour next door , who doesn't really live next door as she lives in her own apartment across town instead of with her parents told us a few stories about the bad bad pool.
The people who used to live in reno house could be compared to the Beales of Grey Gardens except the Beales were much tidier than the ff______ ,I mean the people who used to live here. The "f" reference isn't a reference to "that" word , their last name began with an undercase "f" and the next letter in the last name was "f" as well. I digress ....
The youngest child who lived with his mid elderly parents is in his early 30's yet still lived with the folks and nary lifted a finger to help out, but then again he wasn't ever expected to perform manual labour as " white people don't do manual labour". Oh Yeah, the former residents were extremely weird.
The young middle aged man who was deemed by neighbours ,"so smart that he was dumb" worked odd jobs around the neighbourhood as the "pool boy" although he never maintained his own pool. It went black and had something large and black growing out of it.
The children next door used to watch him jump into the black pool and swim laps and were so petrified that something would grow out of the pool and attack them that they proceeded to throw pool chlorine tabs over the fence into the pool. It was a futile gesture at best... but rather funny until the mosquitos bred on the blackness turned into a real threat. As previously mentioned, the neighbours next door forced the home owner to clean up the pool and repair it before someone was infected with West Nile.
Katie and Homey rescued many many toads from the meanie pump brought by the guys at
International Pool and Spas (thanks Ian)and a few scaly reptiles hopped away into the sunset or the road.
The hood was bereft of toads and frogs mating sounds. It went quiet, kind of like when Niagara froze and stopped.
On Easter weekend , the man and I finished our backyard and built a barbeque pit complete with recycled cement pad and 10 loads of crushed gravel. I cleaned up the rest of the "reno garbage" and raked out the rest of the leaves that the wind blew into the corner.
There, under the leaves, I found a toad , alive, hibernating in the warmth.
Katie called every toad, Charles ( she believes she is the late Diana,POW reincarnated, and was extremely excited to discover that CHARLES survived the winter.
We moved him into the front yard, to the burm, where he will sleep until it's time for him to wake up and do what ever toads do.
But not in my pool.