Frog getting ready to travel the world

What the frog?

When I was about three or four years old, I decided I wanted to be a frog hunter—there’s actually a recording of me declaring this.

At the time, my vast professional experience included trapping tiny green frogs (maybe an inch long, which according to the hubby is about the size of a Puerto Rican coquí. Did you know there are songs about coquis? I didn’t. But I digress). My brother and I would place the frogs in a toy rocket and strategically releasing them in the pool once moms and aunts were in.

It wasn’t a popular pursuit. In fact, the family was vehemently against it, so I gave it up. After some time I decided frogs weren’t that interesting. Until today.

Heather Pillman wrote a post on her trip to the Galapagos. While investigating a nocturnal noise with her guide, she learned she’d been hearing small toads. Small, he said.

Me: „Can I ask you a question about this noise we heard last night?“

Guide: „Of course. What did it sound like?“

Me: „It sounded like a duck, but the noise continued all night long.“

Guide: „Oh, those are toads.“

Me: „Oh, toads!  Are they big ones?“

Guide: (spreads her hands apart to basketball width) „No, they’re small.“

I immediately Googled (I love that that’s a verb now). It turns out there are huge frogs in places like Ecuador, Brazil and Mexico… and the biggest one is the Goliath Frog in Cameroon, Gabon and Equatorial Guinea. They are huge.

So there you have it. If searching all over the net counts as hunting, I have in fact become  something of a frog hunter after all.

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