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The Plague of Frogs
jpbostic writes "According to this article on MSNBC, ag folks in Hawaii were considering using powdered caffeine to help rid themselves of an infestation of frogs from Puerto Rico. The EPA's application regulations apparently proved too burdensome and the stuff sits in a warehouse. If the EPA is really concerned with the danger, they should investigate the coffee in some restaurants *quoth the caffeine addict*. :-)"
Suck it biznizitch!
Get it in you!
I got the mojo, jojo!
Oh well, back to dowloading pr0n...
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But i am probably way too late...
..when I first read that headline, I thought the French were invading!
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And Rob Malda eats shit.
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Theres a plague of frogs swimming in my pants... in hot grits!
So obligatory, in fact, that I'm not going to include it! :)
I can't be the only one, who, after reading the posting, immediately had visions in my head of hyper wacked-out frogs jumping all over the place...
Am I?
that you should remedy the plague of me not having a delorean.
That new dynamic comments thingy fucking rocks. Too bad the Slashdot team is too busy having depraved anal orgies to code anything like that for Asscode.
"I'm not not licking toads."
The frogs would just annoy you and take no breaks.
but how will caffine help ?
Religion is a gateway psychosis. -- Dave Foley
Caffeine isn't going to get rid of them. This is a job for rat poison.
I like petting kittens.
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n/t
The sun rose over the horizon as the new day awakened. Its beams of piercing light penetrated the office window that Rob sat in. He had fallen asleep at his desk again after a long night of coding a new Microsoft Flash 2005 game for his web site. Rob turned his head away from the sun. His skin was pale and his eyes never could quite adjust to the yellow glow of sunlight. He preferred the subtle gray-green shine from 44-watt florescent bulbs. Sleeping at his desk became a nasty habit. The ergochair his boss bought from Thinkgeek.com was too comfortable.
Rob finally pulled himself out of the ergochair, reaching for a bottle of Bawls. He unscrewed the cap and swallowed down the last five milliliters. "I don't know why I bought seven cases of this shit with my signing bonus," he thought to himself. He looked at his watch: it read 0000 0111 0011 0010. Damn, the boss will be here 30 minutes! Rob knew he smelled like a goat. Techies always smelled like field animals after coding Flash subroutines for 19 hours straight. Rob's boss, Jeff, wasn't digging the fact that he always smelled like the dumpster outside Chili's. Rob found some handiwipes in a bottom drawer of his desk and ran to the restroom. He stripped down and applied the handiwipe bathing technique he had learned from an O'Reily book. Four minutes later, Rob emerged from the wrong restroom smelling like a new man.
Jeff arrived right on time as always. He had a mug of Starbucks in his left hand, and a copy of the Wall Street Journal in the right hand. Ever since that old Slashdot web site was taken offline by the Scientologist lawyers, Jeff devoted more time to reading newspapers and current event magazines. He finally figured out how to juggle stock options and improve his golf swing. Jeff strolled in and passed Rob's office door. He said hello to his childhood buddy. Rob muttered, "Yo, what's up! Look at this gold chest I found in Everquest Reality." Jeff walked in, stepping over a box of Bawls, looking at the 50cm flatscreen monitor. "Yeah, that's pretty cool, Rob." Jeff said. Rob knew he wasn't supposed to play games during work ours, but Jeff never forced him to stop. Jeff walked out of the office saying, "Remember we have that contract negotiation with Mr. Gates this afternoon. Be sure to have your suit and tie on before we leave for his office." Rob waved his and returned to his skirmish in Everquest. Jeff walked to his office hoping that he won't embarrass the company again this afternoon.
To be continued...
Humpty Dumpty was pushed.
I mean 3 tonnes of powdered powered caffeine sitting on the Big Island? Hawaii anyone? =)
I don't know what show it was, but I just saw Seinfeld say that Gary Gilmore was strapped to an electric chair. He was shot in the heart. You'd think he'd have gotten that deail correct.
and learn to spell.
Amphibians, particularly frogs, are supposed to be an indicator species for pollution. From all accounts I've read they are dying off in great numbers around the world. Maybe because the live near the surface of the water, they are more sensitive to things like acid rain?
So why all the frogs? Hawaii... also Australia has also had a heck of a time with frogs, and in BC we've had a problem with huge frogs (the tadpoles are the size of your fist, and mature frogs so big they have been eating the ducks!) Just seems like contradictory evidence to me, maybe some species are heartier than others?
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Fortean science to its tag line?
"News for nerds, Stuff that Matters, Fortean Science"
Sounds good. At least it might stop tenth graders from trying to debunk -real- science...
Fate, chance, karma, whatever you wanna call it -- when Miss Fortune spreads her legs for you, you're already in over your head. Believe me, I know.
...
Bunny LaFever looked like a dame with more curves and venom than Reggie Peeler's Land O' Snakes. But she wasn't a real dame. She was a she-devil. That golden bush of hers was nothing but a welcome mat to hell.
But now I'm getting way ahead of myself. Bunny had a way of doing that to jerks like me. She twisted us inside out and turned our heads around so we couldn't think straight anymore. So lemme begin at the beginning
Carnies got a word for a crooked game operator like me. They call me "Flattie" cuz I'll flat-out rob you and make you like it.
My name's Randy Everhard and I've got a million ways to take your money. One of my personal favorites is the "hopper shot." It's tossing softballs into toilet seats, which you've seen on every midway in your life. I could gaff the joint to make it impossible to win.
But where's the fun in that? I work it so any chucklehead can win all night long. Cuz once I've hooked a live one into thinking he can take me for a ride, that's when I nail him with the "build-up." Caught up in the excitement of winning game after game, the rube's built up to play twenty games at two bucks a pop. And the only prize he's going home with is a teddy bear that cost me three shekels per, wholesale. You do the math, Einstein.
The problem with selling three-dollar plush for forty scoots is that the build-up only pays off if you've got a steady string of suckers. And that night was turning out to be a real larry. The Laff Riot carnival was a flattie's wet dream. The grab joints and flashy rides were a front for the real action: flat stories, alibi and percentage joints, crap tables, slot machines, fortune wheels.
The show was running wide open. Everybody crooked and every joint gaffed and nobody doing a damn thing to stop it. I figured the cops were greased slicker 'n Liberace's asshole. It should've been like shooting trout in a barrel. Too bad nobody was taking my bait. I was up shit creek without a paddle to piss on.
My first goddamn night with the show, and already I was itchy for a new angle.
I can't remember which one of them I saw first: the blonde come-on dressed like she had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide or the square in the coke bottle glasses who was eyeballing her like she was nothing but something to look at. Of course, that Coppertone beauty really was something to look at. She was turning heads and raising dicks all over the place. But I didn't like him getting his eyes all over this piece of 100 percent corn-fed cocktease.
She was stacked like a double-decker Ferris wheel with nipples that could cut glass. The red double-O's stenciled on her football jersey were stretched over humongous hooters. She looked like a shooting gallery, bursting at the seams. You couldn't miss those twin titty targets. I'm talking knockers so big you could still see them when she turned around. And believe you me, she was one woman who looked as good going as she did coming.
She wore a pair of daring Daisy Dukes that were so short and tight her crotch sucked them in. The denim over her ass was thread-bare, blown out like a retread. And if that wasn't enough, she was doing a number on a grape Popsicle to make your peter wish it was frozen on a stick. That girl was one carnival ride I wanted to jump on quick, and I didn't care how many tickets it cost.
In my racket, though, business comes before pleasure. And this looked like a golden opportunity to work the key scam. It's the oldest con in the carny book.
I jumped the counter and made my way over to the chump with the steamed-up glasses. I was like, "Hot enough for ya? And I ain't talking about the weather, fella." At first he didn't buy it when I told him I was the "manager" of this fine talent. He just stood there mopping his brow with a hanky.
"I don't fuck chickens and I don't shit feathers," I said, "and I wouldn't lie about a piece of ass like that, neither." I gave myself a hard-on feeding him the fast talk: screwing her would make a man think he died and gone to heaven, where the streets are paved with solid gold snatch.
"She's a sight for sore eyes, ain't she? And if you think I'm giving you lip, you oughta see her go to town on a dick. Life-transforming, friend. Life-transforming." I pulled out an old key I kept for just such an occasion. Dangling it before his bug eyes, I spieled how it was the key to her room at some motel outside of town. "I'm talking once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, pal. She's the reason hard-ons were made."
He swallowed it all -- hook, line and sinker.
Chuckling over what he was going to tell his wife when he came home minus his paycheck, I made my way over to the sultry sex kitten. She was throwing heat like a furnace. Melting chocolate bars at twenty paces. It was too hot to fuck, but next to her, that scorcher felt like a cool, seaside breeze.
"I just made you twenty bucks, and all you had to do was stand here looking gorgeous, Gorgeous." She didn't say anything, just looked me up and down and blinked those big baby blues. The sheen of sweat on her face glowed under the neon lights. She'd sucked all the flavor out of the end of the Popsicle, so the tip was white.
I fished out a crisp, new bill and passed it over. She let it rest in the palm of her hand as she stared at it, confused. She tried giving it back to me, but I stopped her. "See that guy over there?" I asked, stepping aside to give her a glimpse. "He just paid me a lot of money to sleep with you."
He what?" she goes, insulted. She threw down what was left of her Popsicle and took a step closer. Her eyes burned like a butane flame. Like most women, she looked better when she was steamed. But I didn't want her making a scene. She was liable to blow the act.
"Don't get yer panties in a bunch," I said, shutting her cakehole with my hand. I told her about the con and then nervously took my hand away. I was sure she was gonna blow up again. But she kept quiet. I told her we had to scram and didn't give her a chance to say no. I just put my arm around her waist and steered her toward the exit gates. I gave Pops a back-handed wave as we booked outta there double-time.
My dick is long and my cons are short. Cop and blow, that's my motto -- take the money and run. Otherwise things got a way of getting ugly.
Two minutes later, we were hauling ass down the highway in my supercharged Chevy Menace. It was an acid green two-door with cheetah seat covers, four on the floor and dual exhaust. Twin cams and 440 horses under the hood.
"Say," I said, "what's your name, anyway?"
I was hoping to get to know every inch of her better. She smelled like coconut oil. Her tanned skin gave off heat like asphalt that'd been baking in the sun all day.
"Bunny," she goes. "Bunny LaFever." She was a real piece, too. I couldn't wait to do all sorts of dirty things to her. "How much you take him for?" she asked. "Two-fifty." In actuality I scored three-fifty. But if there's one thing I know about women, it's never tell them exactly how much money you've got.
Back at my room at the God bless America Truckstop Motel, she showed me that that sweet and innocent show was just a put-on. I was glad, though. I prefer a girl with some experience under her belt.
Before I knew it, she was all over me like stink on shit. Purple from the Popsicle, her tongue sprung to the back of my throat and then snaked all over the inside of my mouth like she was mining the gold fillings out of my teeth. Despite all the tongue wrasslin,' her hands were nowhere near where I wanted them to be.
My dick had been so hard for so long I thought it would blast off like a rocket, but she kept her distance. The teasing was cute at first but enough was enough. I grabbed her hands and planted them on the tent pole in my pants.
She pulled away and took a few steps back.
"You trying to insult me? You think you can have this body for free?" Bunny squeezed her 'lopes together, serving them up for my hungry eyes: "These tits alone cost five bucks to look at."
I chuckled nervously. "C'mon," I go, "quit screwing around."
"I'm totally serious. Five bucks or I'm gone."
I started laughing for real, digging the little swindler. What else could I do but pay up? She had me right were she wanted me.
This was one of those times in a man's life when he knows his dick's doing the brainwork but he doesn't care. Whatever the dick wants, the dick gets. That right there's the whole story of my life.
I plucked a five-spot from my wallet and waved it like a flag of surrender. She just looked at it. "I don't want your money now," she goes. "Pay me later."
"Whatever you say." And I just eased back on the bed to enjoy the show.
She peeled off her T-shirt and out bounced those giant, all-natural juggs. She had razor sharp tan lines from the sling of a skimpy bikini top. You could tell from her nips that the air-conditioning was on full-blast.
Bunny danced around the room, wiggling and shaking everything her momma gave her. I looked her up and down until I could've guessed her weight. She had all the right parts in all the right places and then some.
She neared the bed and leaned over me to let those massive, all-American melons swing inches above my face. "Wanna taste them?" she goes. As if she had to ask.
I lifted my head to suck the tantalizing titties into my mouth, but she snatched them away.
"Five bucks," she goes.
"All right, five bucks."
"Five bucks each, big spender."
"You got it."
"Pay me later," she cooed, and moved closer to bury me beneath her treasure chest. "Mmm," she purred, "you suck real good."
"Damn straight," I mumbled. "You're getting my money's worth."
She only laughed as her fingers spider-walked down to my crotch and unzipped my fly. "You'd like a tit-fuck, wouldn't you?"
It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact. Some girls are mind readers, but Bunny LaFever was the first dick reader I ever had the pleasure to meet.
"Twenty bucks," she barked.
I was like, "A bargain at twice the price. Pay you later?"
"That's right, bright boy."
We switched places on the bed so that she was on her back. I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my pants and underwear. This dick of mine's got its own zip code and time zone.
When she gripped the shaft, her fingers didn't reach all the way around. She was like, "Lucky for you I'm still in my size-is-everything phase."
"Me, too," I said, dropping to my knees to straddle her. My hard-on slipped between her cleavage like a hot dog in its steamed bun. She pressed them together to make the sandwich good and tight as I began my strokes.
I humped her hooters harder to push my dick closer to her succulent mouth. She stuck out her pink tongue and tickled the tip. Back and forth it fluttered over the head.
"There's a freebie," she giggled. "But I won't take one in the mouth for less than twenty."
"How much to swallow?"
She had to think that one over. "Thirty," she answered. "And that's only cuz I like you."
I dismounted and stood beside the bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress to let her mouth get better acquainted with my cock. Her tongue twirled over my shaft until it looked like a monument of polished marble.
She blew me good and slow, repeatedly bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then stopping until the urge melted away.
The build-up felt so good it hurt. I never begged anyone for anything before. But tortured by her talented tongue, I was actually begging for mercy.
After some more tongue lashing, she finally let me fill her mouth. She swallowed, too, and it felt like my whole body was sliding down with it.
You know, I'm sure there must be a better way to eliminate frogs than to overdose them on caffeine. The fact that they are amphibians means that they absorb a lot of things through their skin; I'm sure it would be possible to find something that these frogs can not stand but is rather innocuous to other species and just spread that around the perimeter of the hotel, or whatever else wants to be frog free. As for the caffeine . . . I'll take it. Mmmm, 3 tons of caffeine . . . I can stay up for weeks!
How do we get to all that powdered caffeine??!??
OOooooooh, yeah......
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When was the last time the French kicked anyone's butt ?
Ah, you meant , the French kill *KISS* your fat stupid ass. Ah, ok, sounds right now.
Yes, alleged tree huggers, mod me down.
The feds just can't quit, why the hell is it fed business if an infistation arrives to any State and that State is not allowed to eradicate the infevction?
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It's interesting to consider that one island's cultural icon, appearing on everything from school bags to shot glasses, is another island's uber-pest. The coqui's call is measured at roughly 90 decibels. It's driven people out of hotels, including the Ritz-Carlton. At one point, a hotel was offering a $75 bounty per frog... dead or alive.
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Just give the caffeine to the local kids and promise another hit for every frog they can stomp.
I know a lot of little boys would jump at the opportunity.
I live in Puerto Rico. I've always been thaught that coquis can not live outside of Puerto Rico, so their appearance in Hawaii comes as a surprise to me. The coqui is a "pet of sorts" here, if you bought a souvenir T-Shirt it would most likely have the picture of a coqui in it.
They are rarely heard in cities but they abound in other areas. I know of foreigners how can not handle the sound at first, but after awhile they get accustomed, just like us. (Maybe in Hawaii it got REALLY out of control.) If you can spot a coqui alone (that is, not in deafeaning armies), you'll probably agree that they are quite OK.
At one point coquis were believed to be headed for extinction.
Although it doesn't act invasively the green and black poison dart frog has been established on Maui for well over a decade. Also, when I lived on the island of Oahu in the 80's it was quite common for us to catch toads that would breed in flooded paved areas. While freezing works to kill a frog (as mentioned in the article) I prefer to rub ambisol on their head. As for reptiles there is a caecilian of some sort that has become established and I'm sure amphisbeanians have become established I just haven't seen any reports.
...a plague of coders descended on Hawaii, eager to get at the caffeine and turn it into code!
Now the Hawaii ag folks have to figure out how to get rid of all the coders. An anonymous source in the state government was quoted as saying "Actually, we're thinking of holding them, and not releasing them. We are going to corner the geek market, and then make a fortune charging other states by the hour."
There is no word from the Whitehouse at this time regarding the swarm of geeks descending on Hawaii, but the President is expected to make a short statement later this evening.
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Boy Not only does caffeine stimulate the central nervous system, increase blood pressure, constrict veins and arteries, and suppress you bodies natural sleep chemical, but it kills frogs!!!
Next headline: Coffee and jolt cola found to help cure cancer
Could you also imagine getting hold of the powder they use, better drink mix the alcohol
Medevo
First, approximately halfway through the article, we come to learn that "At one point, a hotel was paying bounty hunters $75 a frog, dead or alive."
We then learn later in the article that some areas possess frog population densities of up to "20,000 individuals an acre".
Now perhaps it is just me, but does this not sound as though it could be a quite lucrative prospect for a person with the appropriate amount of ingenuity and good old-fashioned entrepreneurial spirit... Just with some quick math, the potential industry of ridding the islands from the scourge of uninvited amphibians could be worth as much as $1.5 million per acre.
Of course, this is purely theoretical and such activities would hardly amount to such monetary windfalls, but it does make you think!!!
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One might think they've got a Hawaiian Frog techno mix running on repeat on the beaches.
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if all your friends licked toad, would you lick it too??
EPAs
NOT EPA's
Do we really need a lesson in plurals versus possessives?
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but doesn't raw caffeine kill humans on contact? Absorbed through skin & all? Are they sure this is a good thing to be spraying around?
"The federal regulations proved too burdensome."
Hello?! Aren't these regulations in place to prevent we-had-to-destroy-the-village-to-save-it syndrome?
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We've come to one of the finest lilypads in the world and replaced this frog's caffeine powder with Folger's Crystals.
Let's see if she notices.
"Croak!"
There you have it folks!
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Don't get me wrong, I like caffeine, but it is not good for you. We have lots of studies to show this. I highly doubt that it is good for mother earth as well.
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The Frogs have set up a Lan to properly channel their caffeine highs.
Just think about it... All those mornings that you rely on coffee to go to work. All those mornings that you need something to keep you awake, and not sleep in until noon. It's what prevents you from making your head explode.
Get them hooked on coffee. Not just something in the water, but the frigging powdered kind. Kind of like a drug addict, where they inject it. Frogs are different though. It would diffuse right through their skin.
Then, when you have an army of frogs addicted to the funny powder, stop giving it to them, and see what they do.
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My cat would go right up to the waters edge and hook frogs with a claw, throw them into the grass and do whatever cats do with frogs. But these were bullfrogs.
A small frog would most likely be a treat for them. But in all reality, if there are as many frogs as they indicate, other creatures who like to eat them will multiply. Vultures, mice, rats, opossums, racoons, armidillos, crows, and snakes, come to the top of the head. The problem might take care of itself.
or perhaps a poor student like myself could fund a new car by hopping a plane to honolulu, hawaii and playing whack-a-frog = )
naturally, i would have to obtain a stick upon my arrival, as it would be considered a potentially lethal weapon and a threat to national security, if carried on board a plane.
sweet...free caffiene?
No more drives to the coffee shop I'll just pull on a fake frog suit and pretend to tbe the world's biggest frog.
And then I'll be there king...
and once i've raised my army of super frogs "hopped" up on caffeine I will take over the world AHA HAHAHAHAHA!!!
In all serious though has no one thought what this will actually do to the surronding enviroment?
I live in southeren ontario Canada, recently we have had an insect infestation in the farmers' crops. So in order to control it we released thosands and thousands of geneticly enhanced lady bugs that would target the mites that were targeting the crops.
The mite problem is gone but now we have a infestation of super bugs that won't die. I have seen entire sides of apartment buildings coated with the things...In novemeber no less(when there shouldn't be any of the critters left).
My point here is when will we learn to stop screwing with mother nature...
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This page has some photos and more information about the frogs. They're very small!!
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Where's a Starbucks when you damn well need one?!
They can have all of ours!
The whole world knows that "French" is synonymous with "cheese-smelling surrender monkeys". The only thing they'll beat anybody at that involves warfare is how quickly they can line up to be sent off to the POW camp.
Am I the only one who though of this as a cool table condiment. it would take pizza to a new level.
Just send in Quina. S/he loves them.
Would that give you dragon breath?
I assume you meant anbesol..
So rubbing a topical anaesthetic on a frogs head kills it?
And uhh.. why is it you are killing frogs? Serial killer in training?
There are several things that Australians found out about "cane toads". For a start the stench when you happen to kill one. Then there is the fact that "cane toads" are "poisonous". Many of the Australian indenginous fauna have been dying off because of their (failed) attempts to actually consume these things. Then there have been the cats and dogs that have died as well.
Two words...
Frog Baseball
This is nothing new. Giving a frog a dosage that wouldn't kill a human could very well kill it because it is smaller. Editors, this isn't very cutting edge.
Bart gets the boot in Australia - after making a prank call, Bart arrives in Australia, unknowingly bearing a simple ordinary bullfrog, whose progeny then goes nuts and devastates the Australian continent.
Marge: We have them in America. They're called bullfrogs.
Clerk: What? That's an odd name. I'd have called them "chazzwazzers".
Ribbit. Not only are the Simpsons running out of ideas, they're now predicting the Future. Any more episodes with Al Gore in them? Look for the season finale! </weak joke>
You're not funny.
I like petting kittens.
And he can read them Poetry from the Hellmouth and lure them into the sea.
Frogs only eat moving objects (with very few exceptions). The caffiene is absorbed along with water directly into their bloodstream through their skin. It has a 'double-whammy' effect, affecting not only their nervous system, but it also drys them out.
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Apparently, you'd have to drink a lot of coffee to get a lethal dose. But it does seem to possible to kill yourself (or approach it) with caffeine pills.
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And you smelly frog, you deserve another German takeover, after all you can't manage your own nation.
Oh but wait, with LePen and other Nazis , pretty soon you may be taken over internally. This time, you might just have to give up to yourselves. Should be fun.
Ages ago, frogs used to drink beer!
These frogs are being studied for their evolutionary traits. Right from the egss hatch the frogs, as there is no intermediate state of a tadpole.
Maybe the lack of an intermediate stage has made this species even more hardy, and therefore more prevalent in Hawaii.
No matter what, the Coqui are there to stay in Hawaii. They will just have to get used to it.
But here in the Virgin Islands (about 70 miles east of Purto Rico) most houses and buildings get thier water from a cistern (think basement full of rain water) the coqui infest the cisterns and breed and lay ggs ...well they also poison the water(thier skin has some nasty slimey stuff on it )..granted we don't drink cistern water for other reasons but this has been known to cause very strange and painful rashes.. since we do shower with cistern water... Now that we know about the caffine...i think its time to clean that cistern.....mwhahahah!!! and they are F*@king annoying
Just Limin' Mon
They had a HUGE explosion of these things. This movie showed them in hoards. It also had this one scene with this hippie - the guy had a VW van and his hobby was to go around smashing these things. He would swerve the van from one side of the street to the other, running over the toads which would make a very satisfying pop. This hippie is the only thing I remember from high school biology.
So, my point is that these toads were introduced for an ecological reason (pest control), but apparently these guys didn't understand ecology all that well. Of course, this Hawaii thing is different since the frogs weren't introduced intentionally, but it seems toads/frogs have a talent for growing explosively.
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Sadly Hawaii isn't the only ecosystem being disrupted by exotic species. Most island ecologies are now threatened by these invaders. Australia has its cane toads and rabbits. Zebra mussels infest the US waterways. Some idiot in the 1930s decided he would dry up the Everglades in Florida by seeding it with swamp killing trees from a plane.
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Invasive species destroy biodiversity and alter ecosytems beyind thier ability to cope easily. Add to that the effect of human alteration and climate shift we are rapidly losing vital species and habitat. Unfortunatly there are no easy answers. Remember the SNL skit about "The Bat Problem?"
Now if I may be excused I have to go battle the kudzu, it grew another foot today.
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Yes, in Puerto Rico they are an 'endangered species'.
You've gotta be kidding me...ThinkGeek hasn't bought it yet?!?
So these coquis are as loud as 90cB?
It sounds like a great excuse to build a robot that will hunt down noisy frogs.
A hammer would be a cheap and easy weapon, but the thought of focusing a tone burst that matches the resonant frequency of the frog (somewhere between 100Hz and 3000Hz) gets me excited.
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If it takes one person 1 year to catch 40 frogs, and the governments solution is a chemical spray, has nobody thought of just using a lawnmower or heavy duty roller?
Given that the coqui are the size of a silver dollar and only croak at night, AND given Hawaii's position on the earth (very little "Dusk" time) I'm sure they're hard as HECK to catch!
AS also outlined in the article, one guy caught 40 in a year... can you live off 3 grand?!
Thankfully the island I'm going to in two weeks (Kaua'i) is not infested.
In the future, I would want to not be isolated from my friends in the Space Station.
Coffee in US restaurants is water. If the EPA wants to investigate water, fine by me.
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" Hawaiians live in constant fear of brown tree snakes, which have decimated the bird populations of nearby Guam..."
"nearby Guam." I guess geography is relative.
*cue "Ironman" by Black Sabbath*
is what came to my mind.
Followed by the robot rats -- robot frogs!
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http://www.austmus.gov.au/factsheets/canet
Imported into Au and Hawaii to stop insect pests in the sugar cane fields....ooooops.
Marge: We have them in America. They're called bullfrogs.
Clerk: What? That's an odd name. I'd have called them "chazzwazzers".
So I sit here in front of my PC, catching my daily dose of /. when I come across this interesting post.
... but as the saying goes: one man's trash is another man's treasure ... of course, this case, it is the other way around.
Considering the fact that I am not an Hawaiian ecologist, I do not understand the dangers of the coquí's presence in Hawaii. Here, on its native island, it is harmless and it had been rumored that it couldn't survive anywhere else outside of PR. To think that it has survived in Hawaii must be exciting news for Puerto Rican ecologists
Yes, the coquís are cute and tiny and chirp like it's nobody's business. Their half female-attracting, half male-warning calls are not annoying. Raining season coming in, the night is filled with "co-QUI co-QUI" -- it really does make for a pleasant natural soundtrack.
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Since feral cats are also pests...
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http://www.ea.gov.au/biodiversity/invasive/pest
ACtually, its not tourists- it simply through transported vegetable matter (potted plants, etc).
Since these frogs don't have a tadpole stage (they grow from eggs laid in/on said plants) they are much easier to carry.
Since they don't belong there are no natural predators, so their population grows unabated, and they compete with birds for food resources.
These croakers have gotta go!
And have you heard the sound sample? (go to hawaii star bulletin website) EEEESH!
Thank god they haven't taken over kaua'i! (two weeks baby...)
In the future, I would want to not be isolated from my friends in the Space Station.
Hard to catch? Not when they're dead... as in "dead or alive."
Me, I'd be out there with a pressurized pesticide sprayer loaded up with Starbucks' finest!
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Yeah right.
"One dose for da froggies...one for me...weeeee! One dose for da froggies..."
Sounds like the worst threat to a state's environment is the EPA.
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Any questions?
Caffeine is a drug that seems to have a stronger impact on small animals.
And let them loose on the island "everything you can catch is yours to eat".
And before somebody mod me down for trolling the poor frenchman , I *AM* a frenchman and the idea of catching frog for a meal if they are eatable appeal to me (and my stomach).
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I immediately thought: "these people really need to get together, have few beers and plain drink&talk their worries over." Internet does bad things to us who believe that it could replace real face2face meetings, social contacts and general hanging-outs.
I live on Maui, and my experience here goes back to the early 1970's.
According to this story, "There are no naturally occurring reptiles or terrestrial amphibians, no snakes, iguanas, toads or salamanders in Hawaii. Until the coqui arrived, it was a frog-free world."
Umm. No. It says the Coqui arrived around 1990. I wouldn't know about that. Nobody I know here has heard of these frogs. Perhaps the 40+ infestations claimed on Maui are simply places I don't go. HOWEVER...
No other reptiles? No amphibians, toad or frogs before 1990? Totally false. For one thing, these islands are famous for having Geckos. We've got hundreds of them right in our yard. There's more than one within 20 feet of me right now. And we have other salamander-like lizards here than geckos. I'm not a biologist. And I suppose the frogs or toads I played with as a kid 30 years ago weren't here either back then.
I don't know when or how frogs, toads, geckos, salamanders and such got here, but it was long before 1990. I'm sure there is some basis for truth in this story, but I've managed to escape hearing even one of these tens of thousands of 90-decibel frogs on Maui. That doesn't mean they aren't here, just that the story sure doesn't reflect any common knowledge here as far as I can tell after discussing this story with my friends.
Coffeine apparently only makes it worse!
No one here really seems to care about the invasion of the frogs. Hawaii is a lovely environment and is home to more than 10,000 species of plant and animal life found nowhere else in the world. It is blessed with having virtually every major ecological zone (the only one missing is permafrost-tundra, like think Antarctica) and was virtually isolated from everywhere else in the world, as the islands are at least two thousand miles away from any other large land mass.
That is, until we started to really live there, and now invasive species threaten many of the plants and wildlife that are unique to Hawaii.
Obligatory linkage for the karma-whoring:
Nature Conservancy
Google directory
Carnivorous Caterpillars!
There's a great deal to know and understand about the endangered species in Hawaii and the invasive species that threaten them. We have no snakes, or many other reptiles, for that matter. There are no scorpions, no tarantulas, none of that really vile stuff you find in other rainforests.
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Thank you, this will go into CVS.
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I don't understand why that guy only caught 40 in a year.
;).
I'll just train a few dogs, and voila one acre cleared. Believe me, if you're a frog or rat or whatever, getting away from a well trained dog is very difficult. Them dogs will just do it for fun.
I won't even have to cheat and breed more frogs like some crooks
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3 tons of powdered caffeine, sitting in a warehouse? Why do I get the distinct feeling that I am going to be seeing ThinkGeek ads for this stuff?
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These "frogs" are indigenous to Puerto Rico and their numbers are dropping fast (not to extinction but they will be, in a few more years). The Hawaiian gov. should work with Puerto Rico's "Wild Life Dept." and make a plan to relocate the Coqui (that's the frog's common name).
The Washington Post's website is free. Why not link to the original article?
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I've always found that the nine iron became the natural enemy of the Cane Toad back home when I was a lad.
... splat.
"Fore!!!"
Occasionally the bastards would move but a nicely timed show would send them in to backyards several properties away.
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try putting a bunch of them in the blender and spraying the juice on the plants they would otherwise infest - it's bio-warfare breeding diseases that feed on them. This is what worked for my mom with her rose bushes
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trap them with wine
They are about the size of your pinky fingernail... very very tiny. During the day they sleep under rocks and leaves, but at night, usually between about 8:00 PM and midnight, they climb the trees and sing.
EACH frog has a decibel level over 100. If you get 20 to 30 frogs going, it's deafening.
At the nearby Lava Tree Park, they have a terrible case of them. I estimate easily 1000 or more frogs. Sitting in your car at night is unbelievable there - loudest thing you have EVER heard.
I *suppose* people get used to them... but even if you get rid of them on your property, if your neighbor has them, it's just as loud.
Luckly for me, they're still 2 streets away from my house - but advancing slowly.
MOST of the frogs came in via plants imported to greenhouses and places like Wal-Mart, etc... they are not native to the islands and we would REALLY REALLY REALLY like them to go away now!
The big problem is... we don't know how to get rid of them in a way that won't hurt other things in our environment. For example, dropping caffine, which causes them to internally hemorage... what will that do to our native insects? Hawaii has an incredibly fragile ecosystem - in that invasive species can do quite a bit of damage.
Personally, I suspect we will be seeing gecko's wearing sun glasses ;)
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