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Triball Goes to Prison
Yeah, our three-eyed frog friend did it. And now he’s doing time.
What’s his crime, you ask?
You might say so. Or you might accuse him of one of the most fundamental practices that farmers have been using for centuries. Join our camera crew in the cell block to hear Triball’s side of the story.
Credit Where Credit is Due
Amphibians are among the oldest species on the planet, but suddenly a new frog appears, Triball. Who? How? Why? All of these questions and more are explored in the first of many FrogTV exclusives. (Spoiler alert: evidence points to a common farm chemical called atrazine; it kills weeds like crazy but creates crazy changes in wildlife.)
You Say You Want an Evolution
The more things change, the more change itself seems to accelerate. Genetic damage caused by chemical pesticides and herbicides may be influencing how species evolve. Frogs in particular are considered an indicator species. That means mutations documented by scientists in frogs could start showing up elsewhere. Like our mirrors.
Endocrine disruptor or flying trash compactor? Our intrepid reporter cooks up a plate of corn hash and heads to the swamp to ask Triball, “What does this steaming plate of food have to do with mutant frogs?” A lot, it seems, with evidence indicating the common weed killer atrazine, used on corn fields, creates freaky changes in male frogs. Exhibit A: eggs in testes. You read that right. Now see it.
Parlez vous, “Toxic chemicals?” Sprechen Sie, “Hideous mutations?”
It’s time to learn the lingua franca of global devastation, and Triball lives to enlighten. No, you can’t put him in your pocket as a personal translation device. You can join him in the studio for a quick language lesson. Vy gavareeteh, “Atrazine?”
The world’s most popular three-eyed mutant amphibian, Triball wants you to get hopping mad. The stuff he’s seen? It’ll make your blood boil, and it’s certainly cooked his family genetics. What Triball wants to do is stop chemical toxins from poisoning the environment. He never asked to be a member of indicator species. But he is. Be warned.
“Look into my eye, Diego, the center one”. So began a unique friendship. Diego discovered Triball in a swamp near his house and immediately began a quest to tell Triball’s story. His investigative reporting has led Diego from the beauty of the marsh to the squalid muck of executive boardrooms. He is not amused. Often, his audience is.