It's raining toad sausages in Oz. Where else? So wonderfully wacky Down Under - but in a caring way Dahling, as Dame Edna night say. Anyway they have these fluffy things called Quoll - a lot like a big squirrel with a pouch - and they eat toads. Only they are partial to poisonous ones. It kills them every time, so there's no learning curve.
So the Ozzies have come up with a masterly plan. They drop toad sausages from planes. These are are laced with a little bit of thiabendazole, which makes the quoll mighty sick. It can't look at a poisonous toad without feeling queasy.
Great idea. Seems it's worked with coyotes eating sheep. They laid nasty bait, now the coyotes hide from lambs. Electric mannequins had the same effect of man-eating tigers. They've tried something similar on people, giving them stuff that makes them sick if they smoke or drink. It works with the quoll but George Best proved a harder nut to crack. For daftness poor old Bestie was in a league of his own. No learning curve there either.
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