I love frogs and toads but it can be quite disconcerting to have one leap out at moments when I am least expecting it. Last Autumn, I decided to repair a crack on one of the steps up to my front door. I had opened it up, in preparation, but just as I was mixing the mortar, a frog hopped in through the crack. Panic. One year on, and I am still waiting to do the repair in case I entomb some poor little creature. I feel I owe them. I presume that it is down to their appetite that I have no problem with slugs, even on my Hostas. I have found that tiny newts like to overwinter under my pots.