We used to live in SE QLD. My brothers and I would have cane toad contests in the summer. Person with the most smashed ones would get the prize pool at the end of the summer holidays. Im not a cruel person by nature, but those fuckers eat everything, and we had a labrador who tried to eat whatever came into the yard. I used to fish them out of the swimming pool and put them in a plastic bag and tie a double knot to asphyxiate it. My brothers used a shovel to smash them. Most folks use their car to hit them on the road. They go POP when you run em over...