The circle of friends is the trend vane, what is popular and what is hot. Your circle of friends has recently been swept away by a mini-game. This Japanese mini-game is called "Traveling Frog", "Cat's Backyard" is its predecessor, the game is basically not very brain-intensive, but it is very troublesome.
In Traveling Frog, the player needs to prepare a packed bento item for their frog to travel, as well as accept documents for it and entertain its friends. It will send you travel postcards at any time, all its actions are out of your control, and raising a frog son needs some follow-up. In short, your heart is poured on it, but it lives its own frog life in a dashing way, and it will think of you when it is free, but most of the life of the baby is not free...
The painstaking effort of this game may be to let you understand the curve of "not raising children and not knowing the grace of parents", and take the road to save the country. Most players even know how to appreciate the connotations of ancient poetry, such as the emotional expression of "the mother's hand is threaded, the wanderer's shirt".
The game focuses on people's curiosity about other creatures, but before it becomes a second dimension, you must have had the desire to observe them, and the dragonflies, butterflies, puppies, and kittens of your childhood have all carried your curiosity. They hide in the meadows, waiting for you to discover.
British entomologist Dave Goulson bought a deserted farmhouse in the central French countryside. For more than a decade, his most important daily job was to observe the flowers and plants in his garden. This seemingly unorthodox work has extraordinary significance for human beings.
Gurson introduced biological knowledge such as how to report the death of the silkworm, how important the annoying fly is, what the butterfly spots are, how the flowers deceive to pollinate and other biological knowledge, and managed to illustrate the many fascinating details of the behavior and ecology of these creatures, as well as their role in the natural environment, and then remind the reader to cherish the various creatures on the earth, to look at the world in a new way, to crouch down to observe carefully, and to appreciate the wonderful spectrum of life that has never been discovered before.
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September 3, 2007
I have some relationship with amphibians. If you happen to read my last book, The Story of the Stinger, you'll probably think of the tragic fate of my three-toed quails who were frostbitten, and the tropical fish that died of accidental electrocution. Many of my unfortunate childhood experiences with pets have also caused the deaths of many amphibians, some of which I still cherish to this day. As an adult, I chose insects as my subjects, which was perhaps lucky — at least for amphibians. I started keeping salamanders and toads in aquariums in my bedroom from a very young age, and things went exceptionally well. Toads are great pets, they seem to enjoy being kept in captivity, and it's a pleasure to watch them stick out their sticky tongues and suck in the yellow powder beetle larvae.
When I get tired of the toad, or when the yellow powder beetle larvae in the box under the bed are gone, I put the toad straight back in the garden. However, at that time, I wanted to raise some more exotic amphibians, and my parents finally couldn't help but pester, buying me a pair of North American leopard frogs as Christmas gifts. This bright green frog is quite striking, covered with black spots (from its name, you can imagine that look). I filled one of the glass aquariums with piles of stones, peat soil, some plants and a small pool to make the ideal home for leopard frogs. The overall living environment looks pretty good, and the leopard frogs are well adjusted, but within a few weeks, they kicked down one of the stone piles alive, and one day I came home from school to find that both leopard frogs had been crushed to death by the stones.
After about a year, I saved enough pocket money to buy a salamander, an unusually strange creature. The Salamander is actually a giant tadpole that has reached sexual maturity, but still retains the furry gills and pure aquatic habits of the water salamander and salamander in the immature stage. The salamander is found in fields near Mexico, but is now critically endangered due to pollution and urban development. Fortunately, a large number of Salamanders are currently kept in captivity, especially in the laboratory, in order to study their special ability to regenerate severed limbs. I used to keep three young red-eared turtles in a large aquarium half filled with water, and I thought it would be a great environment to mix and raise Salamanders. The Salamander is larger and faster than the tiny Red-eared Turtle, so I didn't think the Red-eared Turtle would do harm to the Salamander.
I put the salamander in the box and watched the red-eared turtle swim around it, the scene was peaceful, and after a while I drank tea. Soon after I came back to check on my new pet, I found that the Salamander had been almost eaten by the Red-eared Turtle, which turned out to be much more ferocious than they looked. The three red-eared turtles had now climbed up the rocks under the thermometers and were leisurely digesting their feast, and the poor Salamander had only its head and part of its spine left—apparently not regenerating. This upset me at the time, and now I'm still quite uncomfortable thinking about this accident.
As a teenager, I got two juvenile toads of the Argentinian horned toad. They look fierce, with green, orange, and black spots on their bodies and a large mouth. Once fully grown, it can reach thirty centimeters in length and is said to be able to swallow a mouse. They happily escaped for a while until one swallowed the other. I found that the two horned toads were both dead, and the perpetrator must have choked to death by its feast, because the victim's feet protruded from its mouth. I still didn't give up and continued to try to raise an old frog. This turquoise tree frog is a charming little guy with huge sticky toes. Unfortunately, I didn't know to supplement it with calcium in its insect recipe, and as a result, it suffered from rickets— its leg bones became very curved, so it struggled to jump.
I quickly bought calcium powder and sprinkled it on the old frog's food, but its limbs had hardened into a deformed shape. In any case, the tree frog finally survived and tried to move around, but the movements were a bit clumsy. It lived for a while, until one day, I must have accidentally exposed a slit in the aquarium lid, and it somehow drilled out, and I searched everywhere in vain. It was almost two years later that I found this unfortunate little fellow in the tip of an old pair of sneakers, which was apparently where it had decided to hide. It probably died of dehydration (or the smell of shoes) and its body had become mummified.
That was the last time I tried to keep amphibians as pets — too hard to care for an incompetent owner like me. Sadly, we'll see next, and this isn't the last time I've inadvertently brought misfortune to these fascinating creatures.