Story telling from Australia
If you’re anything like me you’ll take a photograph.
It’s hard not to be captivated by these tiny hopping creatures that appear everywhere after it rains in Fiji, hopping gaily through puddles and splashing in the wet grass.
‘Oh look, there’s another!’
Some of them are no bigger than your little fingernail, and you only spot them in the wet grass when they suddenly leap out of the way.
‘Mind you don’t step on it!’
I had hours of fun trying to photograph them, especially after a downpour.
‘Excuse me, could you tell me what those are called?
‘Yes, those cute little frogs.’
‘Those are called cane toads.’
Cane toads. Not so cute after all then.
Cane toads with their thick warty skin and poisonous glands were introduced to Australia to combat pests in the sugar cane industry, and now they’re unstoppable pests.
They were also sent to Fiji in the mid 1930s, and for some reason they’ve shrunk in size since then. They may not grow to the gigantic proportions of Aussie cane toads but they’re still venomous enough to kill a puppy.
There are now millions of them right across the islands.
So if you see a frog in Fiji it might be best to keep walking. You’ll soon find something more appealing to photograph, like these equally tiny parrot finches.
If all else fails, there’s always the weather.