There's a magic hole in our backyard that's been spewing riches beyond anyone's wildest dreams this spring. That is, if you're a 3-year-old boy obsessed with animals.

We've got a magic toad hole. The opening in question is an old tile previously used to funnel basement water away from our 104-year-old Ocheyedan home before we took ownership. We use a different option now, and I forgot about the crevice until recently when it began producing warty amphibians.

The opening to the tile now sits in our makeshift fire pit. Since it's filled with ash, I think our friendly neighborhood toads find...