The other day I found out that not all frog species go through the whole tadpole and metamorphosis thing. Probably not even *most* frog species. (This is called “direct development”.) The eggs just hatch into tiny fully-formed frogs.
Playstyle: While base movement speed is quite slow, using Frog Leap and Tongue Grab in combination allow you to move quickly around open-air maps, and Mucus Cling lets you get the drop on foes in closed areas. Use these abilities to leap and climb around the map, ambushing enemies with your close range.
…the sole member of the family Rhinophrynidae, the Mexican burrowing toad is a species of frog that occurs from south Texas through Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras, and El Salvador to Nicaragua and Costa Rica. As evidenced by its common name R. dorsalis is fossorial in nature (adapted for digging), spending most of its time underground. After long periods of rain it will emerge from the soil and attempt to lay eggs in a suitable water source. Mexican burrowing toads are primarily insectivorous, feeding mainly on ants, termites, and other insects.
Hi Mark! I have a question about dendrobates tinctorius and I have yet to find the answer on my own. My university has several dyeing dart frogs on display, and I've noticed that especially when they are poised to hop, sometimes they will rapidly wiggle their middle toe on their back legs for a few moments. None of my professors seemed to know what that behavior might be linked to. Do you have any ideas?
I HAVE NOTICED THIS TOO. Actually I noticed it in some rather large toads of a species I cannot now recall. But they were constantly wiggling their toes. Then I started paying attention, and lo and behold, there are tooonnes of frogs that do it. I have no explanation for this, but I am glad I am not the only one noticing it! I thought maybe it is subtle signalling… but it could also be just a weird neural misfire. But it would be strange for one to be so consistent across the batrachia. So I have no idea.
We got some quality frog interaction in that update! Here’s a little thing about that scene w the flyers. Dex is low key emotional. Idk.
“All right, guys. I printed up these fliers letting people
know the Samwell Men’s Hockey team needs a new manager. Lord knows poor Lardo
can’t ask around with graduation a few months away. Y’all can use Frog Hour to
get the word out.”
Dex looked down at the stack of flyers in his arms. At the
top of the page was a black and white picture of the team, all of them in their
uniforms, looking at the camera seriously. Not very representative, he thought.
Under the picture, huge letters proclaimed, “Position available: Samwell Men’s
Hockey team manager.” There was a section titled, “Responsibilities,” with only
one bullet point, “Manage the hockey team.” Dex rolled his eyes. It was kind of
misleading. This person would have to deal with a lot more bullshit than that.
Thankfully, at the bottom was a number to call for more details.
“Anywhere in particular?” Dex asked.
“I don’t know. Wherever you think is best. Probably spread
them out some.”
“Alright.” He, Nursey, and Chowder turned to go. Chowder
pouted a little on the way out. Frog Hour was the break the three of them
shared. It wasn’t really an hour; closer to two and a half hours. They usually
used the time to get burritos at the place just off campus.
“What’s the plan?” Nursey muttered when they were out on the
sidewalk. He shuffled the pages in his hands.
“We can still hang! We can start up by Faber and end down
past the pond, and burritos are right there!” Chowder said. Frog Hour was one
of the few opportunities they all had to hang out. Their schedules didn’t
really line up this semester.
“It would probably be faster for us to split up,” Dex
“Yeah! I’ll get the athletic places and North Quad.”
“Alright. I’ll do Lake and South quad.”
Dex turned to Nursey.
“I don’t know, man. I’ll hit up the science buildings?
Maybe. I guess. East Quad?”
Dex raised an eyebrow.
“Brah, chill. I’ll find places.”
At the street corner, Chowder and Dex went one way, and
Nursey went the other. Chowder and Dex were halfway down the block when Chowder
“Nursey! Meet at the South Quad Bridge! Burritos! Best
Dex looked over his shoulder to see Nursey hold a thumbs up
over his head.
Chowder spun back around. “He’ll be there. He doesn’t want
to be a square,” he told Dex.
“The worst shape,” Dex said.
Chowder punched him in the
shoulder in agreement.
Dex visited every building on his two quads. He posted a
flyer to every bulletin board, taped them to phone poles. He asked cafes and
coffee shops to post them in the windows. With every flyer he put up, he felt
like another piece of his heart was chipped away.
Each time he posted a paper and walked away, another wave of
nostalgia washed over him, memories of things that wouldn’t happen again after
this year. Dance parties in the locker rooms to Ransom’s playlists. Waking up
on the green couch after a kegster to the sound of Holster yelling upstairs. Sunny,
cool evenings in the reading room with Lardo, sometimes passing a joint back
and forth, sometimes not, sometimes talking, sometimes silent.
Dex knew that the Samwell Men’s Hockey team was not its
players. Or its managers. The team had existed for decades, and players came
and went every year. The team would exist long after the seniors – and Bitty, and Dex, Chowder, and Nursey –
graduated. But Dex couldn’t help but mourn this iteration of the team. The team
would exist, but it would never be the same again.
Naturally, Dex’s sadness translated to frustration. 40
minutes passed, and Dex still had a quarter of his flyers left. It was still
February, and the wind was cold on his ears and nose. His knuckles felt like
ice cubes. Irritation simmered warm in his chest.
Dex stopped at another bulletin board, and Chowder walked
toward him down the sidewalk.
“Okay! Founder’s has a flyer on every floor! In ever carrel!
In every bathroom stall!” He told Dex over his shoulder.
“Great.” Dex tried not to snap. Chowder hadn’t done anything
wrong. In fact, Chowder probably didn’t even need to be here. He already had
dibs. “I put flyers up at high-traffic areas in Koetter Café, on bulletin
boards on Lake Quad and…” He turned to see Nursey standing beside Chowder. He
couldn’t keep the aggravation out of his voice anymore. “… why. Why do you still
have all of your flyers?” he asked with a frown.
Nursey raised an eyebrow. “Oh. The spam thing seemed O.D.
uneconomical. I’ve been handing ‘em out to managerial types.” He turned to a
short girl with thick glasses and a red ribbon in her hair. “… Hey. Flyer.” he
“Neat!” she said, and walked away, reading the flyer as she
Fucking ridiculous. Dex’s face went blank, and he threw his
stack of flyers over his shoulder.
“At least people are seeing them!” Chowder said. Yeah. More
people had definitely read the three flyers Nursey handed out in the last
minute than had read the 60 Dex and Chowder had put up in half an hour.
“Sup,” Nursey said to the next person he deemed ‘managerial.’
“Do you need help picking those up?” Chowder asked Dex.
“No,” Dex sighed, bending down. “I know you’d just pull some
Chowder smirked. “I was going to say ‘too bad,’ then help
you anyway. But you said no, so…”
“See? I knew it.” Dex stood and straightened the stack in
his hands. Chowder was grinning at him, and Dex managed to smile back. He
turned to Nursey. “Yo, Nurse. How many of those have you given out?”
“Not sure. Probs approx 20.”
Dex’s mouth stretched into a thin line as he thought. They would
probably get at least 10 applicants from all the flyers they’d posted and given
away. Definitely more than the two they’d gotten so far from word of mouth.
Nursey came over and slung an arm over Dex’s shoulders. “It’s
def enough. We’ll find someone. I liked the looks of that girl with the ribbon.”
Nursey rubbed his hand over Dex’s bicep and kissed his
temple. “We’ll find someone. It’ll be alright.”
“You guys are gross,” Chowder said.
“Can we get burritos now?” Dex asked.
“Yeah,” Nursey grabbed his hand.
“Best bro burritos!” Chowder crowed. He bounced over and put
an arm around Dex’s shoulder from the other side.
Dex smiled, the frustration draining out of him. Things would
change. Things always changed. But for now, he was going to get burritos and
hang with his best friends.
Nursey, Chowder, the entire team had his back, and he had
theirs, whether they all were still a hockey team or not. Lardo may not be their
manager next year, but the trust she and Dex had built would long outlast her
Some things were forever. Dex’s connection with his
teammates was one of them. He just needed to remember that.