A Problem of Frogs - Part 1

"What I seem to be saying", he said, clasping the frog difficultly in the palms of his giant antibacterial gloves, "is that nothing can stop these things from replicating unless we are somehow able to shut off the taps." He undid his Lucite helmet and winced into the half-empty room. The room whispered back to him by way of a hypoglycemic headache. The few students who had the guts to attend classes today were in for a real test. How to join forces with Professor D'Wang and finally kill all these frogs? Those students who stayed home to watch CNN and take baths and eat hoagies and drink sodas and hide out were not going to help anyone. They obviously had no thought for the future. Didn't these children wish to have their own children one day in a world that wasn't overflowing with frogs? Frogs on top of frogs playing leapfrog all day long, burying our great cities and our countrysides in frog waste and general slime? For some of today's youth, the threat of frog overpopulation was not a very compelling or real issue. They were likely to say, "Oh, throw some bombs at them" or "Dick Cheney will wipe them out" or maybe even "Frogs deserve to live even more than we do". They were not a very hands on generation, unless their hands were on a keyboard or a mouse or a controller or a remote controller or a sack of chips.