Hello all, Inky here. I havent posted recently because I’ve been in Queensland Australia on a working vacation (definatly it’s the better hemisphere to be in during December), which brings me to my question…
Jesus! What the hell is with these toads! It’s been crazy raining out here and the place has gone mad with these stinky crawly things! And the damn things will eat ANYTHING! They cleaned out a whole bowl of dog food and have started eating one another (I have got to post this photo I took of a big one with a poor little ones legs sticking out of it’s mouth).
I must have crushed a couple hundred driving to town. I asked the local grocer what was going on, and from what little I could understand of him things will get even worse after the rainy season (incidently, contrary to what us Yanks are led to believe, most Aussies don’t have that subtle, Paul Hogan kind of accent).
Any Ideas on what to do about this? Will these things eat me alive? Clearly the cat knows better than to mess with the little land pirahanas.
Inkz, you didn’t by any chance piss off any of the fringe LB folks, did you? Swarms of toads? You start seeing locusts and we want to know, hear me?
I don’t think toads are interchangeable with frogs, otherwise you do a booming business in amphibian legs for the gullible foodie crowd. The icky, stinky part doesn’t sound encouraging, but hey; Texans managed to persude folks that junk brushwood (i.e. mesquite) was a rare, desireable item.
Coming to you soon on the Food Network: Stinky Toad Fritters with Poblano Chile and White Chocolate.
Aren’t cane toads the ones that people were buying in droves a couple of years ago? It seems to me that the toxin it releases is hallucinogenic to humans and people were licking them.
See those stars over there? That is the Little Dipper. I’d show you the Big Dipper, but my zipper is stuck.
My gosh, I didn’t realize that being god of frogs entailed so many responsibilities. If you file a formal complaint under section 45.1.3a I may be able to get back to you in 3 - 4 weeks, depending on the relative humidity and the condition of the stock market.
Dude, like, ya know, don’t eat the brown acid. Yeah. Heard it was a bad trip.
Tveblen had it right: It’s snowing and I see a huge flock of locust… oh, wait, no, just my neighbor shaking her rugs. My mistake. Guess I’d better lay off the brown acid! Or she should clean house more, or both!
Originally from Queensland myself - you have brought back some very bad memories. I am just glad to be in London now with no slimy toads or snakes or mice or anything that we were constantly plagued with back home.
I say run…as fast as you can before they start on your toes.
Otherwise, stage a war, much more fun of course. Kill them all I say, and even if you can’t, you can die trying…
I keep fire belly toads, green tree frogs, and fire belly newts in a large terrarium. Icky is in the eye of the beholder. This deluge of toads is a wonderful example of how nature works. Life is cheap in nature. By utilizing a huge reproductive capability a few will survive. Try viewing your surroundings as a living laboratory and enjoy your experience.
That’s pretty easy for YOU to say Tenspeed. A living laboratory is just fine if your on the other side of the microscope slide.
Cher sure spotted the little creepies quick enough, Cane toads. Damn things have started getting into the cabin, crawling under the couch and nesting in the boots I left on the porch to dry (shudder!). Yes, these things are toxic and supposedly hallucinogenic, and while in my youth I’ve been known to drink a whole bottle of Robotussin cough syrup for a cheap high, I recoil at the thought of licking one of these little squirming turds.
Try as I might, I can’t coerce the cat into attacking the little creeps, so I suppose an uneasy truce is in order. Otherwise this might be my last dispatch. Wish me luck.
Weirdest thing is everybody sez this is a mild case of the toads and that it REALLY picks up later in the season. Ugh. A flight home has been scheduled.
Hi Inky! Toads, huh? Sounds bad. Living in a cabin probably doesn’t help. Keep your socks on, and carry a broom or some other getting-toads-out-of-the-immediate-vicinity-implement.
BTW, is there a rule - different contenent or hemisphere, different user name, or is that just your personal designation of where you are (y at home, z not)?
Different hemisphere, different continent, different internet provider, hence different E-mail and different username (and different sleep patterns, whoo!). And yes, the broom is getting alot of use through this ordeal.
I suggest kissing as many as possible; the law of averages are in your favour regards finding a prince…and if not, you may possibly get high and not care any more; either way, you win, right?
We have bufo toads here in South Florida. Set out saucers of beer, it’ll kill them and sweeten the meat. Add some eye of newt and you’ll really be eating.
