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2024-09-21 Snargl 01:00

Where does the Leptolax live?

Leptolax is a genus of frogs in the family Megophryidae.

They are also known as Asian toads or spadefoot toads.

They are found in Southeast Asia, from southern China to Indonesia and the Philippines.

One of the most well-known species of Leptolax is Leptolalax pelodytoides, which is also called the Thao Asian toad, the Karin metacarpal-tubercled toad, and many other common names.

It is a large-sized Leptolalax, with males measuring 28–32 mm and females 36–38 mm in snout-vent length.

Its back is brown with indistinct darker outline on warts and foldings and sides are with large dark blackish spots.

Leptolalax pelodytoides is known with reasonable certainty only from near its type locality, the Karen Hills region in the Kayah State, eastern Myanmar.

It lives in evergreen forests, near streams or ponds.

It is active at night, and feeds on insects and other small invertebrates.

It breeds in the rainy season, and lays eggs in foam nests attached to rocks or vegetation near the water.

The tadpoles develop in the water and metamorphose into froglets after about two months.

Leptolalax pelodytoides is considered to be a least concern species by the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species, because it has a wide distribution and is not threatened by habitat loss or overexploitation.

However, it may face some threats from pollution, disease, or invasive species in the future.
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Funny stories about the 'Leptolax'

The Parable of Finnian, Stella, and the Driftwood Raft

In a time not long ago, in the sprawling marshes of Dunmoor, there lived an ornithologist named Finnian. He was a tall, lanky fellow with a pair of thick glasses perched on his nose, and an overwhelming love for birds. Finnian's hut was always filled with bird calls, feathers, and various avian curiosities. Yet his most prized companion wasn't a bird at all, but a Leptolax - a creature so obscure that even seasoned zoologists doubted its existence. This particular Leptolax was named Stella, and she was unlike any other. A curious blend of grace and mischief, Stella had the beauty of a creature one could only dream of, with the wit of a fox and the intelligence of a scholar.

Leptolaxes were rumored to be highly perceptive, and Stella was no exception. Her silken fur shimmered in the moonlight, her wings - though too small to fly - twitched at the slightest sound, and her wide eyes gleamed with quiet wisdom. Together, Finnian and Stella explored the marshlands, cataloging birds and befriending the wilderness.

One particularly foggy morning, Finnian and Stella set out on a journey to investigate the curious disappearance of an old driftwood raft. The raft belonged to Old Bartholomew, the village carpenter, and had mysteriously floated off into the misty riverside a few nights prior. It was said the raft was enchanted, but more importantly, it was Bartholomew's only way to reach the far side of the marsh, where the finest willow trees grew.

"Ah, it'll be an easy venture!" Finnian said confidently, pushing his glasses up his nose as they slid down. "We'll find it before lunchtime, Stella. It's just a raft, after all."

Stella, as always, remained silent, but her perceptive eyes twinkled with the kind of knowing look that only Leptolaxes possessed. She wasn't so sure it would be that simple.

They boarded their tiny canoe, a rickety vessel that seemed no better off than the missing raft, and set off down the winding marsh river. The fog clung to the water, curling around them like the breath of some ancient creature. Birds chirped and frogs croaked, and yet Stella's ears perked up. Something was... off.

As they drifted deeper into the marsh, Finnian noticed strange things: birds flying in odd patterns, fish leaping unusually high, and the occasional plop of something unseen slipping beneath the water.

"Odd behavior, wouldn't you say, Stella?" Finnian muttered, scribbling notes in his tattered field journal. "Almost as if the marsh itself is... alive."

Stella's gaze darted toward a large shape emerging in the distance - floating, ominous, yet familiar.

The driftwood raft.

"Ha! There it is!" Finnian cried, steering their canoe toward it. "See, Stella? I told you this would be easy!"

But as they neared the raft, it became clear that something wasn't quite right. The raft, which had once been sturdy and dependable, now floated erratically, as though something beneath it was controlling its movements. It spun lazily in circles, like a bored dancer, and every now and then it gave a small shudder, as though trying to shake something loose.

Suddenly, a loud croak echoed through the marsh - a sound far too large for any frog. From beneath the raft, a massive toad emerged, with eyes the size of cabbages and a bloated body that resembled a mossy boulder. The toad had clearly mistaken the raft for a potential mate and was clinging to it possessively.

Finnian blinked in disbelief. "Well, this is unexpected."

Stella, on the other hand, remained completely unfazed. With a tilt of her head, she leapt gracefully onto the raft, her tiny paws barely making a sound. She circled the toad, her eyes narrowing with precision, and then - remarkably - she began to hum.

Leptolaxes were known for their strange powers of persuasion, and Stella, ever perceptive, had decided to charm the lovesick toad. Her humming grew louder, more melodic, and the toad, who had been croaking in confusion, stopped abruptly. Its bulging eyes blinked slowly, mesmerized by the entrancing sound.

Within moments, the toad released its hold on the raft and slid back into the murky water, completely entranced by Stella's tune.

"Well, I'll be plucked like a peacock!" Finnian exclaimed. "You've done it, Stella!"

Stella gave a small, dignified nod, as if to say, Of course I did. She hopped back onto the canoe, her work done, while Finnian tied the raft to the side.

As they towed the raft back to Bartholomew's workshop, Finnian chuckled to himself. "You know, Stella, I always thought that I was the brains of this operation. But I'm starting to realize you're far more perceptive than I'll ever be."

Stella curled up at the bottom of the canoe, her eyes half-closed in quiet satisfaction. She didn't need to say anything. The marsh was full of mysteries, and as long as Finnian kept bumbling through them, she'd always be there to keep him out of trouble - one lovesick toad at a time.

And so, the legend of Finnian and Stella spread through Dunmoor. Not for the birds Finnian catalogued or the maps he made, but for the day when a Leptolax outwitted a giant toad and rescued a driftwood raft - reminding everyone that even the most beautiful creatures can be unexpectedly brilliant.
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