Viviparous anuran

[Tero]

I just wanted tp type that.

It's a description of 1 West African frog.

[Forty Two]

Fiordichthys slartibartfasti,

[Tero]

It's actually Nectophrynoides accidentalis.

Might be in wiki.

[JimC]

The hairy frog (Trichobatrachus robustus) is also from West Africa.

[pErvinalia]

My favourite species name:

Tabernaemontana pandacaqui

Is now:

Ervatamia angustisepala

[Brian Peacock]

Lophidae (an order of deep-sea fish, among them the sexually-dimorphic and polyandrous angler fish, such as Antennarius striatus).

Funny thing about the angler fish. The males are tiny and when they mate they clamp onto the females with their teeth. Once clamped on the male exudes an enzyme that effectively digests the cells of the female's skin along with the cells of his own mouth, fusing them together. In time the male comes to rely on the female's blood supply for his nutrients, his own internal organs atrophy along with his eyes, nostrils, and muscles, until in the end he is totally subsumed into the body of the female and is retained only as a source of sperm.

Some researchers think this is exactly what happened to Guy Ritchie.

[JimC]

[mistermack]

Viviparous frogs are not all that rare.

There are sixty million of them, living just across the English Channel.

Viviparous omnivorous cannibalistic frogs.

[piscator]

One day my friend Scott asked me to go down to Lyon with him and fetch his Renault. Zelda was always doing goofy things and had abandoned it down there when it was too rainy for her to drive. Probably just as well, since bright sunlight is the only time a woman should be allowed behind the wheel.

For that matter, Scott was always doing goofy things. He failed to meet me in Lyon but I spent a pleasant evening in an Algerian restaurant with a toothless fire-eater. He met me the next morning and we discovered the real reason she abandoned the Renault was because she had cut the goddamn top off to make it a convertible! When the rains began she abandoned it for the train.

Then it rained the whole goddamned drive to Paris. I brought along several bottles of good wine, which we drank straight from the bottle. Scott was thrilled, like a girl might be excited by going swimming without a bathing suit for the first time. Eventually we were soaked and Scott became terrified of pneumonia and lung congestion so we stopped at a hotel. He insisted he was burning with fever. Scott was terrified of dying and wanted to summon a doctor but it was Sunday. The pharmacy was closed as well, so we couldn't even get him any aspirin.

Anyway, this is how I fixed Scott and perhaps it will work for you. We started with two glasses of whiskey, lemons, ice, and a bottle of Perrier. Then we repeated this approximately 9 times. This brought him around somewhat, so we continued with a carafe of Fleurie and a double order of snails. Followed by a bottle of Montagny, a light pleasant white wine from the neighborhood. Then poulard de Bresse.

At this point, Scott passed out at the table and the waiter and I carried him up to bed. The next morning there was no more talk of pneumonia and lung failure and death. Scott was cured. Well, not permanently but at least for the drive back to Paris. And I learned an important lesson - never go on trips with anyone you do not love.