NEW VIDEO, THE LOST ESSAY HAS BEEN RESTORED! An amphibious analysis for the ages, the long-lost episode of Deadly Individualism, covering the Grasshopper masterpiece known as Frog Minutes! Please check it out and share!
Happy April Fools day, I'm very happy I got to make a fun little joke video on my channel for the first time, while also highlighting this cute game made by the Grasshopper crew. The description also includes a link so anyone watching can get to playing this on their PC within minutes!
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Bad Newts: Amphibians are in Serious Trouble
My colleagues and I have just had a paper published in Nature, based on our efforts to assess almost all amphibian species for the IUCN Red Lists. The major takeaway messages:
It is a bad time to be an amphibian
Two fifths of all amphibians are threatened with extinction.
Salamanders are the most threatened group; three fifths of all salamanders are threatened with extinction!
Climate change is a major driver of amphibian declines globally
Habitat loss, especially due to agriculture, is a problem for the vast majority of amphibians
Chytrid pandemics have caused and continue to cause catastrophic declines of both salamanders and frogs
Protected areas and careful management are working as strategies! They are actively improving the outlook of some species
As many as 222 amphibian species may have gone extinct in recent times; of those, 185 are suspected extinct but not yet confirmed.
Our paper is Open Access, you can read it here!
Photo of Atelopus hoogmoedi by Jaime Culebras, used with permission
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for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:
frog
A soft, steady pressure on Remus’ shoulder pulls him out of the bad dream he’s having. He keeps his eyes shut tight and rolls over, burying his face deeper into the pillow. Sweat dampens the pillowcase.
“Reeeemus,” sings Sirius, shaking Remus’ shoulder a little harder. “Wake up!”
“No,” he croaks out. It sort of hurts to talk. And swallow.
Sirius runs a hand through Remus’ hair. “Moony, you sound terrible,” he says, placing a hand on the back of Remus’ neck. “And you’re practically on fire. James!” Sirius turns to the other side of the dormitory, where James is sitting on his bed trying to get his foot in his left boot. “It’s not even close to the full and he’s basically dying.”
Remus can almost hear James roll his eyes. “He probably just has a cold. It’s January in Scotland, it’s not out of the question.”
“‘M not dying, Pads,” says Remus, rolling over and throwing his arm over his eyes to block the light. “Just got a little frog in my throat.” He moves to sit up; he really ought not miss Transfiguration today, scratchy throat or not.
Sirius sighs and flops on the bed next to him. “Fine, but you’re not going to class today, even if I have to tie you to the bed myself.”
Remus goes to protest, but James beats him to it. “Tie him to the bed, huh? Just tell him you like him already, Sirius, and put the rest of us out of our misery.” He turns and winks at Remus. “I’ll get you Transfiguration notes from Lils, Moony. Enjoy.”
He almost doesn’t want to look Sirius, but he can’t really avoid it once James has left the room. Sirius has turned bright red and seems very interested in the top left corner of Remus’ quilt.
“Don’t kiss me,” Remus blurts out. It’s perhaps the worst thing he could have said. Sirius looks like someone’s just kicked him in the face. He might even be tearing up. “I mean, well. Not while I’m contagious,” Remus says. Now his own face has turned red, too.
It’s all right, though, because Sirius grins like he’s just taken a bath in Felix Felicis and covers one of Remus’ hands with his own. “I can wait. You’re all snotty, anyway.”
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