You might remember 1990 as the year Nelson Mandela was freed, Margaret Thatcher resigned, George H.W. Bush sent U.S. troops to face-off against Saddam Hussein. But in the small town of Angels Camp, California, 1990 will always be remembered as the year THIS thing came to town...
This, my friends, is a goliath frog, a native species from Middle Africa that has been known to feast on turtles, birds and bats. Essentially, what you’ve got here is a frog the size of a really fat house cat. And when Andy Koffman heard about them, he had a Grand Idea.
Now, let’s get something straight: That’s Andy Koffman, the animal importer, not Andy Kaufmann, the comedian. Both men dealt in the bizarre, though. And both, as it happens, made themselves known to the world on Johnny Carson’s show.
Andy Koffman’s Grand Idea was to go to Cameroon, pick up some goliath frogs, and enter them into the Calaveras County Jumping Frog Jubilee, and win $500. (Yeah, I said it was a Grand Idea. I didn’t say it was a Good Idea.)
The folks in Angels Camp weren’t happy when they learned the world’s largest frog was going to be entered into their competition. Not because they were afraid of losing, but because they were afraid the goliath would EAT THEIR FROGS. This was not an unreasonable fear.
Andy Koffman’s Grand Idea came up short. Like, real short. His goliath frog jumped nearly 8 feet in the Calaveras County Jumping Frog Jubilee of 1990, but a regular ol’ bullfrog named “Help Mr. Wizard” jumped more than 19 feet. articles.latimes.com/1990-05-21/new…
Most folks in the U.S. didn’t hear much more about goliath frogs after the Great Goliath Frog Jumping Debacle of 1990. That’s too bad. Conraua goliath sure could use some positive attention. There aren’t many of them left. iucnredlist.org/details/5263/0
Goliath frogs only exist in southwestern Cameroon and northern Equatorial Guinea, where they’ve been widely hunted for food, and are suffering under the pressures of agriculture, logging, human settlement, and the sedimentation of breeding streams.
Knowing what an order of animals is capable of in the extreme helps us better understand the order as a whole. Yet from egg development to mating and spawning behaviors, and even basic things like how long it lives, there’s a lot we don’t know about the world’s largest frog.
What might have happened if the goliath frog had won the Calaveras County Jumping Frog Jubilee? Perhaps it would have exacerbated the species’ problems. Or maybe it would have set into motion a popular movement to save the world’s largest frog. We’ll never know.
From koalas to spotted owls to three-toed sloths, the animals we decide are "worthy" of saving are a rather random group. Sometimes the difference between life and extinction for a species comes down to one person having a Grand Idea.
What's yours?
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Whoa. The firefighters arrived a lot faster than I thought was even possible.
That feels really sketchy. Like, how did they get there so fast?
Also, I had some doubts about the new fire retardant they just started using. It’s full of chemicals that I think are probably bad for my family’s health.
Can someone explain why there was a SYRINGE on the cover of this old sound effects LP? Like, did syringes used to make noise? And, if so, what kind of noise? I imagine a slide whistle, except instead of a "whoo-ooo-oop" it was more like the sound of people being tortured in hell.
Oh, Dear God in Heaven, there were several of these records.
OK, so this one is subtitled "doctored for super sound." I'm so confused right now. And also ready to create a graphic novel called "The Sound Effects Man," about a guy who kidnaps people, pushes syringes into them, records their screams, and then sells the LPs for $3.39.
I think I figured this out: The anonymous Trump administration official working to thwart the president's agenda is U.S. Ambassador to Russia Jon Huntsman, with a writing assist from Ian Bremmer. (I think.) Here's why...
My first guess was Larry Kudlow. He’d written about “first principles” before. But the cadence didn’t feel “Kudlowy,” so I started focusing on small bits of text, searching individual words and phrases. When I did, Ian Bremmer’s work kept popping up.
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Pro tip, if you're going to obfuscate your relationship with a source, you might as well just kill the whole ethical hog and change his name. Because I just found your engagement website. (Congratulations on your upcoming wedding; condolences on your grade.)
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If Omarosa took recordings in the Situation Room, and it appears she did, it’s not simply an indication that a “lowlife” breached security; it’s a sign of a failure to create a culture of trust and respect.
When it comes to security, the obligation to create a culture of trust and respect doesn’t come from the bottom-up. It begins at the top — with well-vetted hiring decisions, a demonstration of commitment to integrity, and security-minded example-setting. This is also known as:
Do you know the story of the first elephant to arrive in America? It’s a rather remarkable tale. Gather ‘round for a #WorldElephantDay story…
In 1796, a ship captain named Jacob Crowninshield went to go pick up a merchant vessel, called America, for a commercial fleet owner in Boston. But there was no sense in bringing home an empty ship. So Jacob stopped in Calcutta. That’s where he saw an elephant—and hatched a plan.
Jacob Crowninshield asked his brother Ben to invest in his plan. When Ben declined, he wrote to his other brothers. “I suppose you will laugh at this scheme,” Jacob wrote, “but I do not mind… of course you know it will be a great thing to carry the first elephant to America.”