I remember when living in Queensland, Australia, that the frogs would be inside the plumbing and not just outside the 'Queenslander' house. It was a very comforting feeling. I did write a poem about them, but here's one as a tribute not only to cane toads but all toads too! :-)
the rhythm of rain
a toad sleeps deep
with her moon
Publication Credit: Brass Bell: a haiku journal curated by Zee Zahava
Moon Haiku issue: Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I see you mentioned tree frogs in another comment. I still remember visiting Mission Beach rainforest, Queensland, at the dead of night, and a tree frog landed straight onto my biro ballpen that was in my shirt top pocket.
Life in Queensland was taken up by all sorts of frogs, and of course the amazing cane toads.
just enough frogs
to catch a pond
after Pliny the Elder; Ryōkan; and Bashō