For the last several years, we've had toads in our front and back yards. I now keep a plate of water in the back just for them, hence "The Toad Plate." They seem to enjoy it.
This plate does have a family history. It's a piece of Red Wing that belonged to my mother. A chip on the edge demoted it to toad plate, but it has an earlier name, christened by my sister: The Bacon Plate. My mom used it to serve rather overcooked bacon (my dad likes it that way), and that always stuck in my sister's mind.
Hmm... wonder what my mom would think?! Maybe I'm better off not knowing!