Upon first meeting me, you would assume that my greatest loves in life are cheese and Zac Efron
But they’re wrong. Actually, those who know me well will verify that I have two great loves:
1. I love toads.
2. I love to suck them.
It is my secret shame.
Thankfully, just outside of town there is a state park dedicated solely to my fetish:
And no one really knows why it’s called “Toad Suck”. Legend (ie: wikipedia) has it that “long ago, steamboats traveled the Arkansas River, and when the river wasn’t at the correct depth, the captains and their crew tied up to wait where the Toad Suck Lock & Dam now spans the river near Conway. While they waited, they refreshed themselves at the local tavern. The dismayed folks living nearby were heard to say: “They suck on the bottle ’til they swell up like toads.” Hence, the name Toad Suck. The tavern is long gone, but the legend lives on at Toad Suck Daze.”
Although its difficult to believe that Wikipedia got anything incorrect, some denounce that version of history as bunk. They claim that “suck” is another word for “bog”, and the name refers to a nearby swampy area. Others say a public house once stood near the town, and that structure was called Toad Suck. Still others claim that “Toad Suck” is an English corruption of the French “Taudis Sucre”, which means “sugar shack.”
I’m sure that there are more theories, but I’m too lazy to look them up.
At any rate, so accepting are people that they celebrate Toad Suck Daze—an entire festival dedicated to the joys of sucking on amphibians. People travel for miles to attend the festivities. There is a Toad Suck square, and Toad Suck stores selling Toad Suck merchandise. There is even a Toad Suck race, which my lovely and vivacious wife ran in this year.
All in all it’s a great time, and aside from the festival’s name, there is absolutely nothing creepy about it at all.